In the distance
A swirl of spark and cloud rules the dusking sky.
Over the Autumn grass and the stagnant pools
Lingers a smothering air
That sticks to skin
Sticks to bone
And sticks to soul.
Sometimes silence is the only thing required
To soothe the aching
And to understand the runaway heart.
And the silent mouth will
Be enough to lift
The heavy weight of loneliness.