When her silence speaks
the rush of
breath
soul
leaf chimes
mulch growth
bark banter
her, mellifluousness
When her silence speaks
lissom creatures begin
their rites
for early morning
awakens the spirit
her spirit
When her silence speaks
nature’s monks
renew the air
spatial awareness
When her silence speaks …
trust begins
The rain burst through
a behemoth of sound
bringing with it a chill to soak
the bones and wither the souls
of mortal beings
with their rushes and sighs
doorslams and cries
shivers, angst, tears and fears …
The green ones drink
in silence
for this is their time, their silent hour
for nature’s silence is the beautiful sound
of life, her heartbeat, her gift.
They know how to calm the behemoth
While we run and hide
they embrace the storm.
This, time
how it rips through our lives
how the past is wrenched away
how the future teases
and how,
now is but a blink
a moment to forget
When there is love in your heart
there is also strength
where there is a strength
there is also weakness
where there is a weakness
there is also time
for love
Let the daisies grow
and you’ll hear their petals
whisper our names
I hear planes in the sky
bees nearby
I sit and wonder why.
The rise of Earth’s scent
brings memories
ancient as I inhale
Bees nearby
feasting, dancing
to ancient rules
Planes in the sky
laden, travelling
over ancient lines
Me, eyes closed
listening, inhaling
relishing the sunrise
I sit and wander
over bees nearby
over planes in the sky
and up, and around
I wander till found
the answer as to why
ancient bones die.
I sit and wonder
of the age of ghosts
of Earth’s ancient hosts
and of time’s thunder
where ancient bones sigh.
