silence
bathes me like pure silken milk
spaces become shades of pale grayish fawn
alone - thoughts drifting skyward
pleasurable quietude
the untamed void - resounds
but the winds feel a shift in time
it stills
enchanting peace interrupted
i hear no voices - no sound
yet. i too, sense an eerie calm
flowing seeping changing
a river of new beginnings
a chill introducing itself
upon my contemplation
shivering, i embrace bare arms
frost crackle dry leaves underfoot
invisible forces beset the thirsty grass
blades stand like sentinels to attention
shoulders stiffening erect
First frost approaches, sings the birds
flying by overhead
the cold begins to bite - its time to go
the trees wave goodbye
hurrying me home to warmth
About the Creator
Antoni De'Leon
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. (Helen Keller).
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This was absolutely beautiful! Loved your wonderful poem!
I really like this one for it makes me homesick for the North and the winter chill. Great work.
aww-hurry me home to warmth. Yes frost and winter give feelings of isolation
Gorgeous & awe-inspiring! Go AD! 💪🏾🥳🎉💕