sun slipping
through forest green,
creek sliding
over ancient stones,
cicadas clicking
in mid-afternoon,
tree frogs singing
as day falls
into darkness;
flickering flames
of campfire,
hum of human voices
settling in for the night,
full August moon
moving through treetops..
Silence infuses my soul
without a single word.
Montreat
How About That 
how appropriate for Labor Day!
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Jimmy, I also felt that connections…
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Sweet the sounds of silence!
Tell the bubbling brook..
Tell the cicada…the frog ..
the bat. Tell the crackling fire…the whistle of the wind…the wolf’s lonely call to the moon…the snore of your friend …sweet the silence.
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How wondrous to hear sweet silence. Thank you for continuing the poetry of silence,
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Keep it up, keep it up. Your poems are wondrous slices of observation.
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Katerina, that is the very desire for momentum I experience – to shape the words the move within my spirit and through word remained connected to others. Thank you always for your encouragement.
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Peace fills my heart.
love you,
pat
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Pat, I think of peaceful moments we shared in the mountains even with children in tow!
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