Sunday’s Silence…

Backporch Cardinal

This morning my silence is filled with sound.

Birdsong and the humming of appliances,

Clicking of the coffeemaker,

The rhythm of his breath as he sits beside me,

Pouring, purring, wind chime tones,

And the wind itself rustling through the trees.

There is no silence like my silence.

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