Silence is seven am
on a Sunday morning.
A crescendo of quiet
as day breaks clean
through a bruised cotton candy sky.
The kettle boils
and my feet pad
across the linoleum.
Bed sheets rustle
as I return with two teas
and a smile
because the morning shadows sing
and cling to the contours
of your gentle slumber.
Birds toot-sweet whistle
in the distance.
My favourite kind of silence
where the loudest sound
is the easy harmony
between us, sunshine
and time.
© Kristiana Reed 2019
Beautiful… sensitive and I am calmed reading this.
The bruised cotton candy sky fires my imagination ❤️
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Thank you ☺️ I am so pleased you enjoyed reading this piece x
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