The carrying silence
The wind plays a fiery song
a dance of autumn colours
a swirling waltz with leaves
cradling in both his arms
it’s the rain, it’s the chilliness
the carrying silence between the alleys
the waving of the early haze
the glittering of the morning dew
see the bellies of the pregnant cirri
grey and white in countless shades
while populating the shortening days
they’re cuddling the sun with their bodies
it’s the steaming breath, the warmth
of al the stock on stable, the goats
the cow en the horse without carriage
the chicken that picks, the pig that swigs
the farmer who prays and count his blessings
may fall and winter not be to harsh on him
upon this lonely falling star he wishes
that next spring may come so very quickly.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
15/11/2014
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