Silence

Silence kills, they say—
the opinion of the weak.
But silence is where you are you,
and I find the truest me.
Quiet surroundings awaken our minds.

The cupping of a mallard’s wings,
a rhythm that stirs the air.
The scent of autumn leaves,
crisp, golden, fleeting.
The chill of the wind.

Together or alone,
in silence—
I always find home.