a gentle hiss

did you ever hesitate to hear the

snow fall

gently in

the night, the morn,  a glade, whiting shade

passing through the barely hanging leaves

the few that on dark branches

stayed;

to hear the many flakes free falling

touching the other in flight

meandering to and fro/

settling on

the brown dormant

earth

as they each go/

changing attitudes

by latitudes

natures rebirth;

the sound you ask

well it is…

the angels’

whisper

the birds’

wings in

flight

the wind

through the trees

the moon mellow

on a dark starless

night;

it is to anyone

a sound peculiar

to you

it can make you happy

melancholy

excited… blue;

for me it is

an unimaginably careful

feeling

felt through my eyes and ears

a morning dawn

that brings dew drop wetness

a blue meets brown horizon

dry desert sand

moving off a dune

it is

for me

a gentle

hiss

so quiet

so calm

bliss;

so listen if you will

to the sound of still.