Sunday, December 13, 2020

The Silence (A Long Dark Winter)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


The Silence

 

A Sunday walk in the park

Fallen leaves adorn the earth

A mere whisper of wind

Accentuates the void

The absence of sound

A muffling of noise

 

The last geese have gone

Predators are in hiding

A distant drone of transport

More distant and subdued

And the workers who once toiled

Without rest or respite

Now sit in their quiet homes

Together and alone

 

The world is on sabbatical

The sound of labor is on hold

No sounds of celebration

No children playing 

No singers or musicians 

No dancers dancing

To raise our sullen spirits

No chatter of sidewalk cafes

No sudden bursts to amaze

 

The joy and sorrow of silence

Has invaded our daily lives

To soothe our senses

To send our thoughts in flight

As if to prepare us

For a long dark winter

Night

 

 

1 comment:

  1. Wherever you are in this weary world, I would love to hear from you. Peace & holiday cheer!

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