Silence
It's the silence I have learned to love. Sunrise on a nesting gull or a marsh wren's call to its mate, the moment the tides shift from ebb to flow.
To the consternation of my doctor and relatives, as I grow older I hear and see so much better . . .
light on the river
alone with birches and willows
and my breath song
Published - Cattails - Winter, 2016
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