Poems

Luke Whitington: ‘Green Silence’

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

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