Sitting With Silence
By Rowan Blair Colver
When you sat with the silence,
Among the ivy and the moss,
And you gathered winter flowers,
While remembered moments lost,
Did the bracken yield to greet you,
When dainty footsteps danced a walk,
What would the north-side grasses do,
To listen to you talk,
With aroma of the forest floor,
Scattered by a timeless leaf,
As your motion revealed in dreaming call,
Could you hear the heartbeat of the trees.
By Rowan Blair Colver
When you sat with the silence,
Among the ivy and the moss,
And you gathered winter flowers,
While remembered moments lost,
Did the bracken yield to greet you,
When dainty footsteps danced a walk,
What would the north-side grasses do,
To listen to you talk,
With aroma of the forest floor,
Scattered by a timeless leaf,
As your motion revealed in dreaming call,
Could you hear the heartbeat of the trees.
