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Seasons Of My Silence

As the seasons of my silence grow,

Cherished sounds grown dim that I used to know

Like winter forests, tree boughs lie silent

their rapping, tapping grown mute, buried beneath layers of snow.

Willows, frozen hard as steel no longer shake or rattle

Or of icy lake no creak or cackle.

Of Crows I see as before,

But Ravens at my door knock nevermore.



Springs sudden rains, feed streams in freshet, an rivers tumultuously rush,

Filled by melting and pelting, over precipices they fall

The sounds of them are heard not at all

The newborn lambs, on mother's udder do bleep, of them I hear not a peep.

Colts and calves prance their hoofs go clip clop clip clop

And with each other they bounce and play hip hop hip-hop

Of them all I hear not one hip or clip nor hop or clop.



Little birds greet each day with songs of joy

In summers heat they fly and soar, from rooftop and nest,

Gathering grass and twigs, and then back for more,

Of them alas are heard no more.

The gnat and fly have no fear of me,

Nor sting of hornets or the bee

No warning buzz for defense do I contemplate

The bite is done, the swat is too late



Falls fury sweeps thru storm on storm,

Wind gusts crash through the house room on room

Of them is heard no rush, not a slam or a boom.

Golden leaves like lemming all, move to and fro on the winds call

Stream here and there carried high and afar,

Where they will land they do not care, onward on air they scatter.

In silence on my lawn they fall with not a patter or a clatter.



Of the seasons I miss, be it summer, spring or the fall

More then these, though I miss them all,

My Love's arms about me tight her lips

to my ear in sweet whispers she sighs in words so silent..

"I love you my dear"

A loss far greater I so long to still hear.

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