Theme: Nature


There is a silence among trees
vastly disproportionate;
it appears that we the tiny people
are the bearers of noise.

The river glides by with hardly a sound:
a power-boat speaks for it
throwing up two curves of water
creasing the entire surface.

The bridge and city spread
mute in the powerful beams of the sun
a circling chopper takes
by racket, to orient the sky.

Along the lake shore dappled shades
where spiders button silver lace
the slobbering oar of the hire boat
a human advance betrays.

Nature is capable of silence
and we will all appreciate that mode
when suitably in outdoor gear
its peace makes ourselves heard.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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