Ginna In the Silence
Whispers from the trees speak welcome silence
Woody, soft-flesh souls grow in the silence.
Solid earth can feel like wavering space
The trick is stepping safe in careful silence.
Chattering raindrops fall on sizzling pavement
The end of endless rain is grateful silence.
Secrets blowing in the wind relieve my pain
Nobody knows how much I love the silence.
My ears are often closed to shameless truth
Shame can rest in peace within the silence.
I long to know the subtleties of trees
Catch words adrift on accidental silence.
“Ginna” sounds so green and growing – peaceful
Speak my name, but don’t disturb the silence.
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