While walking through a garden what I see, and what I miss, is filtered through words sounding through my mind. I don’t talk out-loud to myself. I make sure these words stays quiet: silent words, silent sounds. I don’t mind my mind doing this. I enjoy the company unless it’s noisy, offering a wintry mood to a spring day.
There are times when I look about and my mind goes silent on its own. I assume, like me, that it is also stunned, as if to say, but not saying anything, staying really silent this time, “Isn’t that beautiful!”
LEAVES WAKE UP ON OAKS
SPRING LOOKS OUT AT EVERYONE
SILENT SMILING SOUND
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. I am hosting this week with the theme “silent sound”, whatever that means to you.
Photos: “Ivy”, above, and “Oak Beauty”, below.