Desert Abundance

Silence-


every fiber straining to hear a sound.


As a balm lifts poison from a rattlesnake wound,
the discordant city noise dissipates into the wind


Silence-


thoughts rise to the distant mountain peaks

A breeze rustles tumbleweed into a saguaro,
as a shy lizard scampers from its heated desert stone


Silence-


drawing out the song of the wilderness

A dove coos softly from a setting purple sky,
entreating all who hear the soft plea, to stretch and explore

Grand Possibilities-

Comments

Susan Cepin said…
I really like how you've framed silence in such a positive way. I so often resist silence, running away from it. But if I'll embrace it, there's often good that comes. Thanks for the invitation to do so.

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