Silence (Spenserian Sonnet)

Dogwood blooms unfurl, awaken. Humming
fan, pine bark scent, bird trill, a gentle breeze.
Greens and pinks of springtime blossoms, coming
home within myself, feelings of great peace.

Solitude, silence, but for buzzing bees,
sounds of rustling trees, wings of butterflies.
Whispers in the wind softly blow the leaves;
green breath-giving life; nature’s lullaby.

Sometimes it takes stillness to recognize
that voice within your heart that longs to say
life is not always about sacrifice;
its joys and satisfactions pain outweigh.

Hunger for the inner voice you once feared;
Love wants nothing more than to draw you near.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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