Soft Silence

Today was not a day for talking.
I grumbled and fumed and fussed with fervor,
And ultimately found I was stalking
A song of silence, long an observer,
But not a passionate true partaker.
Not a songbird’s breath of freshening air,
Not a fiery volcanic Earth shaker,
Nor a stone-faced hypocrite, judging there.
A soul long denied the sweet gentleness,
And golden peace that flows from soft silence;
To hear patter of raindrops, and to guess
If falling on rooftop, flowers, or fence.
To hear the soft sound of snowflakes kissing
The Earth, instead of unending hissing!

Mick McKellar
February 2024