`
it’s nice
sometimes….
just to hear
the wind,the gently
falling
rain…..
even so the flakes
of snow
snuggling
into the drift
outside
the door….
the sound
of snowflakes….
imagine we
being
very still
listening out
for its voice….
that corridor
where hearing
the gentle heaving
of breathing;
the wisps of breeze
through smooth hair -
a quietness
releasing
new sounds
songs rising
eventually
an awareness….
fresh, reviving.
`
Frederick Kessner (Erich Kesner)
aps selected 1st February 2005
aps posted 17th April 2005
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