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.

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