It's the Silence

Untitled, Artist Unknown

It's the Silence

It's the silence I love the most.
There's not actually more of it here
but it's easier to find
between twig-snap
and leaf-rustle,
bird-song and
mote-float.

I sit.
I listen.
I fit
again.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2018

Epitaph for a Childhood

Unsplash photo by Johnny McKlung

Epitaph for a Childhood

Your days were unhurried,

unworried, unvaried.

Then came the jobs, the bills,

a mortgage, a marriage.

You're not really gone,

just buried.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2018

I Have Waited a Lifetime For This Moment

by Thelma Wilson Brain

I Have Waited a Lifetime For This Moment

I have waited a lifetime for this moment.
For you to leave the fencepost by the pasture
the power lines by the road
the thermal where you glide
so close I feel the deadly strength of your grip
see the gold flecking in your eyes
know the tension between wild and willing.
It matters not at all that
this is only a dream.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2018

Flatlander

Flatlander

I know juncos on the snow
how to raise tomatoes
inky black of crow in oak
but not tides
neither high nor low.

I know finches in the meadow
play house under the willow
the way a prairie wind blows
but not tides
neither high nor low.

No beach or sand or ocean
no shells no crabs no undertow
no waves no gulls that soar
no tides
neither high nor low.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2018