Ginna In the Silence

Whispers from the trees speak welcome silence Woody, soft-flesh souls grow in the silence. Solid earth can feel like wavering space The trick is stepping safe in careful silence. Chattering raindrops fall on sizzling pavement The end of endless rain is grateful silence. Secrets blowing in the wind relieve my pain Nobody knows how much I love the silence. My ears are often closed to shameless truth Shame can rest in peace within the silence. I long to know the subtleties of trees Catch words adrift on accidental silence. “Ginna” sounds so green and growing – peaceful Speak my name, but don’t disturb the silence.