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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