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Silent Grass

   
   
The air is still, nothing moves  
still on still and breathless,  
sentinel trees and silent grass,  
quiet in the copse folded wings  
fear to stir the silent air;  
proscenium clouds watching, still,  
still on still, the silent grass  
sleeps or is it 'wake,?  
Dare I breath or lean the gate  
until breezes cool the sweating air ?  
Questions tire, brain pulsing,  
blackbird's silent song, gaping beak  
reflecting in the water,  
worms cease their serpentine congress  
for another day, pigeons too,  
colours drying on the leaning easel  
silent, still as eyelids close.  
A silent twelve from the noonday steeple  
pendant pendulum redundant for a while  
the clock burdened with its weights.  
The thirsty fountain, still  
no splashes disturb reflected clouds,  
gold fin and frogs asleep,  
lily beetles cease their depredations  
greenflies lying with the ladybirds  
all still, beneath the cruel sun.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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