THE SILENT WIND

She is like the wind that has no sound
that leaves no trace or path of where it has been

She is like a shadow left by the sun behind her
that is no more and has disappeared
leaving only darkness in it's wake

she is like the burning embers from a fire
that once burned bright but now only
darkness remains in the silent wind
and nothing remains

she is like the leaves that tremble as
they fall, bereft of tears as they are carried
by the wind with no sound into and endless
void where the silence is complete
Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized as Art

Doves Silent On The Wing

The wind has calmed today
its’ assault upon the land

driven not as yesterday
rain still is falling down

the rivers will still rise
but will abate with time

no doves were on the wing
drifting down so silently

but doves have now returned
to softly settle on the ground

from the corner of my eye
grey, white feathers falling

© December 2019 Renee Espriu

Image Below Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

A Bitter Embrace

The fog moving with stealth
settles in for the night
heavy & without substance

coveting each nuance of sound
even the leaves drifting
to settle upon the ground
are silent familiars

this chilling miasma still here
as morning arrives within
its’ bitter embrace

a mask covering snaking streets
alley ways and buildings
where even lamp lights
shine bleakly
dampened

a spider abandoning its’ post
leaves dew drops glistening
as jewels upon its’ web

© October 2018 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Fall Familiar

#21 Small Stone: Silent Tracks

Trains sounding in the                   
distance of darkest
night remind me of
how many tracks are
now abandoned left
silent without wheels
without destination

© January 2012
Renee Espriu

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