Silence
It's the silence I have learned to love. Sunrise on a nesting gull or a marsh wren's call to its mate, the moment the tides shift from ebb to flow.
To the consternation to my doctor and relatives, as I grow older I hear and see so much better. . .
river light
with birches and willows
gratefully alone
with falling leaves
and my breath song
Published Cattails January 2016
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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