Silence comes on morning fog
shrouding life in grey and white
drifting in, an epilogue
to what has come before, at night,
the starry skies and canorous moon
hidden behind the shadowy clouds–
but listen–silence sings a tune
sometimes soft, sometimes loud,
in the susurration of wind and rain,
in the scurrying from dusk till dawn,
in hearts that beat again and again
there’s never silence till we’re gone.
Dwight, guesting hosting the dVerse poet’s bar, has asked us to write about silence.