Produced by Dennis Camire

This week’s poem is by Michalene Hague of Otisfield.

 

You Asked

By Michalene Hague

 

Give me silence –

moments of snow, wind-rippled

like drifting desert sand,

hollows carved like couches

for contemplation.

 

Give me quiet –

minutes of fresh-cut grass, its fragrance

filling the space of spring,

before, like birthdays, fading

into Time.

 

Give me that hush –

bits before bird-song floats

like leaves in summer woods,

spirits lifting in the fluting light

of reflection.

 

Give me pause –

seconds of voices muted

by the startle of autumn’s feast,

spread like plates of happiness

on family tables.

 

Gifts? You asked

what I want. These – not for

ever, but for now.

 

Dennis Camire can be reached at [email protected]


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