Return

Back at last,
with many stories to relate --
overwelmed with the wonderful
postings on these Blogs of songs,
poems and reflections about our wedding.

With no compute or internet access for a week,
I still managed to write a couple of things.

faucon
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LEAVES of SILENCE

One may not leave with practiced ease
the woes and strife of city life,
enfenced with steel trees and wire brush
with trails of stone and submerged streams.

Each sound of nature is entombed
in defiant clammor of machines
that hurry such senseless scurry
to mankind’s death in broken glass.

Yet I may live and sing in joy
‘neath trees that leaf in practiced ease
and arch with pride to clouded skies
and write their silence on my heart.

The lofty boughs may sway and roar
while I doze beside the gnarled roots
and listen to the cycle of green
that gives the sun to you and me.

Leave the cry of tortured concrete,
blarring insults to ear and eye;
and let the soft leaves of silence
whisper soundlessly to your soul.