The stillness speaks to those who listen
and to they
who listen not.
Delicate mists settle in the valleys
Hover in silence
Heavy with knowledge
of brilliant splashes of glory in the form of leaf ponds
swelling under trees.
Stillness speaks of snowfall on the horizon
of leaves caught in rushing waters
caught on rocks
caught in our hearts as we remember
Remain in awe
of the turning of the wheel
the blending of the year
into the beauty of seasons,
the promise of Octobers to come.