for the silence is no longer

for the silence is no longer

the haunting sound

of an Autumn Rain

pitter pattering

upon the sparse canopy

of the wood

leaves are falling

and a small gust gathers

and brings them

my way

serving to remind me

of movement

all things are connected

somehow

the day is overcast

for they told us

a Storm was coming

Supermarket shelves

like Ghost Towns

people love to expect disaster

there are no aisles that offer

the quenching of my thirst

unless i wish to drink

Pickle Juice

there is no bread

leavened or not

to be eaten

unless you are a believer

the Trees are in the audience

rooted in the exhibition

creation offers

they are clapping

cheering

jeering

and Brother Wind

dances amongst this

standing room only crowd

the temperature is dropping

only to remind us

it is time for a scene change

as we go in to another act

i took time for this intermission

for i am a Playwright

and sometimes Critic

and i wanted you to know

before you spend your money

what to expect

as the Storm approaches

for the silence is no longer

© 28 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.