Losing Poem by Sheila Sharpe

We are losing the
quietness of green spaces
The silence
That speaks volumes
That the old world understood
It has been mislaid
Somewhere amongst
The fragments of solitude
Silenced are the ancient conversations
Between bird and tree
Betweenbadger and fox,
Between plover and jay
Between meadow and woodland
Between the whispers of the branch and breeze
It has flown over the dried up seas and lakes
like a lonely skein of geese