Grey Hush

--grey hush; Dull distant drum of life on the move Softened by heavy clouds-- Like soft, felt blankets of snow muffling the life out of us. Currawongs chortle in a minor key And minas respond with a try-hard cheer, “chirp, chirp, chirp” Is stillness worship too? When the trees aren’t clapping their hands Are they bowing in silent wonder? Are whites and neutrals the silent worship of light and color? All the light and hues in the spectrum… Opposites joining hands in slow-mo dance; Mute but radiant with awe. --grey hush

–grey hush
Dull distant drum of life on the move
Softened by heavy clouds–
Like soft, felt blankets of snow
muffling the life out of us.
Currawongs chortle in a minor key
And minas respond with a try-hard cheer,
“chirp, chirp, chirp”
Is stillness worship too?
When the trees aren’t clapping their hands
Are they bowing in silent wonder?
Are whites and neutrals the silent worship
of light and color?
All the light and hues in the spectrum…
Opposites joining hands in slow-mo dance;
Mute but radiant with awe.
–grey hush

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