The Resting Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

The Resting



Over the sun-raddled hill
there comes a hushing home
of birds: darkness will soon fill
the trees again and welcome some.

And each will sleep
his songless silence there
until the early light slopes
down the hill and fills the air.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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