Silent

Let the silence settle

through the clear, cold water,

let the ripples gleam in winter sun

There could be a long time

where nothing is said

while the sun sets early

and the moon is already high

There is a truth

which shows itself without words,

there is a knowing

that is like light patterns —

silent, but still expressive,

or lilting in voice when it sings.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 19, 2018