The Sounds of Silence
The morning was mute, quiet and
as I awoke from a peaceful rest;
The sounds of silence were a soft calm
and peace was mine - I was blessed.
A hushed world was solemn in thought
at the silence all around;
Snowflakes fell like pure-white feathers
and never made a sound.
A lull like this, in a busy world,
was Nature's gift of wonder;
I stifled thoughts of anything
that might put it asunder.
For just awhile on a winter's morn,
I turned within, in awe;
Listening to the sounds of silence
and the beauty that I saw.
©Joan Adams Burchell
December 11, 2004