Sounds of Softness by Hank Blackwell
Sounds of Softness
by Hank Blackwell
Softened sounds serenade
this late autumn morning;
gentle river whispers
in eddies and ripples,
voices of ancestors
weave quietly through gamble oak
and sweetgrass.
Raven wings cut
through crisp air overhead,
cranes sing traveling songs
before the frost.
To slow and listen
One might hear
Winter’s footfall…