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…