I am quiet.
Still.
Silent.
I am the absence of noise.
I am the listening to,
of life.
I am the breath of trees, I am
their creaking solitude.
I am the waves,
giving up their gentle tide, I am
the old fingers of wind,
tapping at the door
with the arrival
of new snow.
I am the hush of cold,
coming to wrap the city in blankets.
I am the deepest sigh of the woods.
I am the settled household,
at last.