The Taste of Silence
THE TASTE OF SILENCE
Noisy salt and sulphur at creation
Made the world’s taste perfect;
But here in my garden it is still.
A tenderness of snow floats to earth -
Down, soft like ducks’ down.
Under the dense hedge
The cat sleeps in velvet silence,
And the snail takes his stroll
Beside the bulging crocus.
The quietude tastes primeval.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2015
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