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