poetry, prose, and photography
dawn hidden by clouds
songbirds boldly chattering
gentle summer’s breeze
A morning after a restless night. Coffee far too late, perhaps. My ears attuned to the night, hearing so very much, sleep came with difficulty to late to be useful. Once I woke, the morning calmness and quietude spoke to me.
White noise’s beauty
Hiding the fearful silence
This mountain of sand
Sometimes I find it hard to sleep in deep silence. Perhaps it’s the urbanite within me. I find comfort in sound. But would I find peace within the raucousness of the jungle?
A gentle breeze blows
Branches scrape against my house
This brusque goose-like cry
Startles me abruptly
As the mind quiets
The sound of nothing roaring
Emptiness fills me
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 