Quiet Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

Footsteps
Echo
Murmur
Echo
Silent
Sounding
Under
Shade.
Bundles
Hold their
Fronds and
Shadows,
Bricks lay
With the
Dust and
Men.
Berry
Bushes
Secret
Wanders
When the
World is
Waking
Old.
Droplet
Tears
And cold
Attachments.
Some day
Rough wood
Could appear.
Soot drawn
Faces,
Barter
Ageless,
Time is
Not a
Wealth of
Stone.
When the
Light is
Gone forever,
Dust and
Seeking
To begin.
Maybe
time is
Merely fleeting,
As the life
And death
Within.