Still the Silence Dies

A sweet summer silence
falls on damp grasses.
Dark dreams dance on needlepoint
as the pines cry their lives away,
into the summer silence.

Patterned petals practice death
for the lilies are all napping
as the weaping willow rests
its tentacles on the earth,
down among damp grasses.

Lovely lines of light
begin to break the silence,
for light brings life;
An awakening of new and old.
The sweet summer silence strays away.