Silent Solstice (Winter Becomes Maine)
sleet against the windowpane,
or maybe a mouse in the wall…
I listen…
but silence knows no direction
outside,
heavy pine boughs,
deep in the woods
so quiet, so still
a deer steps…
inside, warm,
the sound of a cat’s paw
disturbs very little
as it hunts in a dream
silent as sleet
av Denis Dunn