Sunday, October 5, 2014

Tonight Your Voice

your voice

tonight is not my muse.
music -  be silent.
leaves -  rustle tomorrow.
wind -  gather yourself.
rain -  fall silent.
daylight -  surrender: 

we're captive to
seasonal toil, 
its violent beauty.
our voices recall
staccato banter,
bundled in autumn.

I'll listen another night, 
when darkness stills 
and I am restless, too.  

Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker 

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