All I hear are trees. Hemlock, pine,
Birch that falls when no one is around
Recalls the land in each direction, mine
But for a season, not forever, found.
And failing nothing, reason heavenward
The lofty branches hailing to the sun
Make soft until the native breeze is heard,
A plaintive rustled slipping, slightly done.
An eagle circles overhead in flight
While furry gathers scatter to make clear;
A loon calls, takes her newborn through the night.
This, and my own breath, is all I hear.
The silence yet compels us now to stay
Forever, as forever binds a day.
photo "Treesound" © Kathy Riordan
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Comments
This line alone is touching enough, but then, all the lines are!
Gorgeous sonnet.
Loved this, takes me back to a time when I lived near the woods.
This is so soft and soothing. Thanks.
Rated ... with peaceful serenity in the midst of mother nature!
Thanks.
And now, in silence, I bid you adieu.
Okay, your couplet was better.
(Very nice!)
R
Forever, as forever binds a day."
Wonderful images, sounds and picture. Thank you and congratulations on your PP.