
Panorama of where I was when I came up with this poem
Immersed in Silence
It’s the silence that impresses
More than the open sky above
This corner of Spain, the
Distant mountains rising over
The Meseta, through the haze.
The windmills sometimes drone
In the Botxorno, from above, but
Unheard in Cierzo the
Traffic hidden behind hills,
Drowned by deep rocks,
Birds seem to keep their distance:
Hardly heard as flocks flutter
Through the hedges. No snores
From boars in hollows or barks
From roe in thickets. Alone the
Breeze in ears, and stopping
Let ears rest almost to knowing
Shoots growing, sensing,
Utter solitude
Uplifting.
Posted on July 3, 2019, in Ecology, nature, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing and tagged birds of prey, birdsong, boars, hedge, hedgerows, nature poetry, navarra, poem, poetry, roe deer, rural spain, silence, solitude, Spain, traffic, Valdorba, wild boar, wilderness, wildife, wind, windmills. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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