Green silence
The silence
Of this green Tuscan hillside
Is perfect, serene
You hear your breath
Measuring it
The path taken
By the cypresses
Two files climbing together
As if they were always there
Forever paired
In the journey to the crest.
The peace, the light, the stillness
Seems eternal, even
Now with your eyes closed
The cypresses persist
Twinned, elliptical, symbols of hope.
Luke Whitington