Here is the silence
grapes
in their fullness
before bursting off the vine
curdled milk of sheep
sometimes waiting ages
beneath old walnut leaves and ash
olives before October’s press
anticipating goodness
that will ooze
from their inner selves.
the crescent moon
tiptoeing up the craggy shadow
to surprise Mount Amiata
All around, silence
Even the wind
carries the quiet
and brings stillness
to its seat on the window sill.
© Annette Januzzi Wick
Castiglioncello del Trinoro, Italy, October, 2011
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