silent call

silent call

sense of change held firm grip

no movement of air nor leaf

the air silent caught in momentary pause

no presence, no sound, all stood still

in the distance change waited for perfect arrival

a single flake making slow decent

then another yet followed again and again

the silence becoming busy with clatter of soft meeting hard

Reviews

[cheyenne s garcia]

Well done. This was pretty to read. Like a lullaby. Beautiful imagery. I must say, you are fierce with the movement of illustrative synergy.

[keith]

what a procrastinator i am sometimes ... i'll do it later YEAH right
hey no fair ... you comment is better than the poem
ya know, there are things that call for being written about
snow slam dancing on the metal roof of an old hen house/boy cave
open 24/7/365 except for days ending in day from 2-4

[Carola]

hi keith
keenly observing nature's change with the onset of snow.
i particularly like your poem's last line ".......clatter of soft meeting hard" 🌨 🌨 🌨
cheerio carola

[keith]

if one really listens snow does make noise
one section of nature's symphony!

thanks for the visit and sharing