Silence
written by: Louis Dorwaldt
resting
I sit in a field
yellow in bloom
resting
full blooming yellow
in a stopping-field
resting
seizing still in yellow
blooming silence
It is my silent habit
to sit so still
walk so alone
strolling slowly in woods
streams rowdily rushing
beneath canopies rustling
oaks or pines or pines
away from participation’s wrappings
into magical mysteries
alone and silent
as so often I sat on the cedar bank
above Champlain’s Island Sea
in silence breathing
in silence seeing
in silence sitting
A seventy-seven year old who survived the war, the turmoil of the late 1960s, early 1970s, and who taught mathematics for the Community College of Vermont for many years and is now retired with his wife in the middle of Wisconsin's dairy country.
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