On a Still Morning

 

 On a Still Morning:

“I hear the silence now,

Alive within its heart

Are the sounds that can not be heard

That the ear may not dispart?

 

As white light gathers all –

The rose and the amethyst,

The ice-green and the copper-green,

The peacock blue and the mist –

 

So if I bend my ear

To silence, I grown aware

The stir of sounds I have almost heard

That are not quite there.”  

Nan Shepherd