Nine windows on two sides looking out at the trees
Beyond the deck with the bird feeders and sundial
Watching the season change the colors and textures
Green goes to yellow, orange, brown and soon bare gray.
I am alone in this house listening to the quiet
Watching the spruce by the deck fluttering with birds.
This morning the furnace circulates hot water sounds
Sprinkled in with cold drizzling drips of November rain.
It is just as quiet here at night when you are reading
The nine windows gone black in the darkness outside
Though the neighbor behind has a driveway spotlight
That outlines the big oak tree in our bedroom windows.
This is the quiet we wished for, the quiet that lets me hear
Grandfather tick tock towards his chimes on the quarter hour,
Lets me contemplate my thoughts without interruption.
The quiet stillness in this house is a sanctuary for me.
There is a meditation in music that I enjoy as well.
I put on sweet solo piano tunes that float along
Touch my heart with memories of loved ones
And thoughts of future times together.
