Lorna

Silence and Me

Silence, my companion, walks with me

Together we watch spring ferns unfold

And moss and the green bloom of apple trees

And smell last autumn\'s leaves in the spring earth

 

We step like Indians through the piney place

No twigs are broken, nothing is disturbed

The mossy footpath rolls beneath our feet

And oak leaves brush against our face

 

Our hearts are full of the expanse of sky

That sends a wind song to invite a dance

The tumult of the world rejects us both

But we can hear the music in the grass

 

(9/08 - I submitted this to a Prairie Home Companion poetry contest and won it - however they own the poem now - but I\'ve seen it floating around on the internet so I\'m hoping they won\'t put me in a paddy wagon for putting it here with this disclaimer......)