Digging there in the dirt
with small seeds
in your hands
you hear the wind
high in the cottonwoods,
you hear the silence
sown inside the wind,
and the quieter
you are, you hear
perhaps, within you
a call like the geese
that aren’t flying
overhead, a startling
call, an almost
strangled sound
that, if you heard it,
might almost
wake you up.
I’m liking your recent inclusions of geese. I’m wondering what blessings have brought them to your mind, and thence, to your poetry. Here, I like that the hearing them, even if from within, “might almost wake you up.”
Too, I like, “the silence sown inside the wind.”
The geese are flying over our house every morning! And sometimes midday, in fact, we are thinking we have some residents on the pond and they might be showing up with some goslings, soon!
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Monday, May 15, 2017 at 12:58 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Alone in the Garden”