A Silent Autumn Morning Poem by Ashley Sinclair
A Silent Autumn Morning
Silence, is all I hear as I sit down on the frozen stump, silence, peaceful silence, until the lone bird cry’s out.
Shaking the bare trees that are reaching up to the sky.
Stirring the chipmunks in their frosty bed.
Startling the young doe looking for food.
In the depth of the silent oh so silent morning.
But as the sun comes up it brings a new day and the children come out to play so I whisper my goodbye to the silent autumn morning and begin the new day.
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5/7/2024 6:48:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You evoke a beautiful scene here. Starting out with everything quiet and as if a signal, the bird's cry brings action to the scene-just as if a movie director had called out: 'Action'; then 'Cut'. Nice work.