He sings a song of praise

glorifying the power of silence

as ravens gather in the rain

 

The stillness of shadows invite

spirits to contemplate new ways

to travel these twisted roads and paths

 

And as those birds become restless

beneath clouds too heavy in the sky

he sings a song of more

 

Not forgetting this monochrome melancholy

meant to insulate against tantrums of the impatient

is both melody and cure

 

Embracing the leverage of introspection

lingering in the absence of the daily hullabaloo

he serenades the weary

photo: NPS Photo / Case Griffing

prompts: Sunday’s Whirligig, April Falls 18, WordPress Daily Prompt