ABUNDANCE OF WHITE SILENCE

I just stood there...

I'd seen the green
become abundant,
and children's voices
fill the air.
The hot wind
caressing my cheeks.

And now.....

These past days
the water
covered itself.
Shedded the year,
and whispers
no sweet words anymore.

Almost all birds are gone,
and so have the children's voices.
Even the lifely sounds
in my head
have come to rest.

So silence fills...

Abundance of white silence....