The Quiet

It's quiet tonight. The stars in a sleepy hollow and hidden behind an abundance of clouds.
I love how it moves, nature. The silence it carries as it thrives and multiplies with or without notice.
It's turning colder now, the bitter touch of winter is resting on the skin of the living, leaving only remnants of the ease of summer.
The earth, taking its time and breathing in slow, hollow movements. The patience it carries through this time is daunting. The will it takes to stand still for months, only it knows.
The grace abounding from a perfect revolution in comfort, in silence, with ease.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Watching in silent and respected awe og the beauty that surrounds us, progress its only thought, no matter how long it takes. Always working, every cog and gear as important as any other in keeping the movement alive.
A beautiful moment, perfectly captured.

[Robert]

Faith, this is a lovely piece you have written. It's written as the reader is there experiencing the same thing.

[Lox]

Just as music is the language of angels, silence is another form of language most writers speak. Well done! Keep it up.