How Silent The Trees Poem by Wyn Cooper
How Silent The Trees
How the hell are you, I want
to ask but can't—you're dead.
How hard the snow fell,
how slowly it melts.
How to tie a knot big enough
to choke the wild pain.
How to listen carelessly
to words used carefully.
How philosophy handles death:
with great reluctance.
How answers to questions
often contain no answer.
How to wind a watch
so tight time stops.
How silent the trees, how
loud the shots of hunters.
philosophising observations under the light of some deep and tangible thoughts. I admire your art expressed between lines. Rites Ghosh
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