Silence in my head
sweet sunshine and the jackdaws calling,
dew on the autumnal grass
muddy puddles and fallen leaves scarlet on the lawn.
Silence in my head nothing doing there,
the morning hour, mists dissolve in grey-green hills,
the rocks show through the soil.
Silence in my head
clock ticking somewhere in this empty house,
solitary today the open view,
moving shadows beneath the trees.
In the silence of the world
nothing ever moves -
wind-drift stillness, the circling birds.