Stories Told In Silence
I like the quiet
Found in the woods
As the trees silently mutter
Of their aches and pains
I feel sympathy
In my own old limbs
The path is best
When the sun bends
Through ferns and fir
To follow me
Sometimes a crow comes
Briefly to chat
So much though
That I can hardly wait
to enjoy them leaving
For the forest whispers softly
And loud talking distracts
I like to listen
To hear my breath
Take on the gentle rhythm
Of my footsteps
Let my eyes become knowing
See the mushrooms
Growing proudly
I prefer the chatter
Of leaves falling
In a flutter
As the breeze unbuckles them
Or to sit on one of the fallen
Stroke the bark
Feel old words like leather
Stored in hidden rings
Telling stories
Of living and dying
Found in the woodland silence
7-27-2020
A poem inspired by the poetry of Mary Oliver
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2020
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