Let the silence settle
through the clear, cold water,
let the ripples gleam in winter sun

There could be a long time
where nothing is said
while the sun sets early
and the moon is already high

There is a truth
which shows itself without words,
there is a knowing
that is like light patterns —
silent, but still expressive,
or lilting in voice when it sings.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2018