I am Quiet

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.