The carrying silenceA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereSilence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom. Francis BaconThe wind
plays a fiery song a dance of
autumn colours a swirling
waltz with leaves cradling in
both his arms
it’s the
rain, it’s the chilliness the
carrying silence between the alleys the waving
of the early haze the
glittering of the morning dew
see the
bellies of the pregnant cirri grey and
white in countless shades while
populating the shortening days they’re
cuddling the sun with their bodies
it’s the
steaming breath, the warmth of all the
stock in the stable, the goats the cow and the horse without carriage the chicken
that picks, the pig that swigs
the farmer
who prays and count his blessings may fall
and winter not be to harsh on him upon this
lonely falling star he wishes that next
spring may come so very quickly.
© Rudi J.P.
Lejaeghere © 2014 Rudi J.P. LejaeghereFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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