Vibration of soul

This was originally posted in 2012! Wow, ten years ago!
I decided it needed an upgrade and a bit of an edit.
This was originally posted in 2012! Wow, ten years ago!
I decided it needed an upgrade and a bit of an edit.
Nothing from the birds.
Echoes of moonlight reveal
dawn chorus … silent
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Dawn’s moon, cold light
naked up there throughout the morning
barely visible, barely moving
silent
palest blue, palest grey
Dawn’s moon, meadow sky
naked as a petal
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.
After the heavy fall of thundery rain
the canal is deathly silent… bloated
with not a sight of bird
or ripple of fish
only the scent of earth
and the fading static of nature’s wrath
Night sky blue
twilight inspiration
I see there are no birds
no breeze
only a stillness
waiting
for humanity to sing
but instead they
create a haiku which reads
Lockdown is over
the masses have decided
to unmask the world
Silence happens
because the Earth needs to breathe.