STILL WIND

A still wind that tells no tales

Lies in patient quiet

The voice that has disappeared

is now in transit flight

A vibration left behind

No more than a murmur

Can be found floating

On the tail fins of a rumour

A drone in minor harmony

Lost in the passage of time

Overshadowed by punctuated sighs

Reflections that are mine

To whom do you speak now

Spilling gossip over waves

While flashbacks streak my blues

With phrases from yesterday

Frost on the surroundings

Icy fingertips

stretching from its moorings

like errant battleships

Absent is the thunder

Trapped in layers of doubt

Cloaked by the cold

And lingering permafrost

Wherefore the words

That ran but now run dry

Left to drain precipitation

On a clothesline up on high

Held by hinges worn bare

 by the passage of time

Share your banter some evening

Over a steaming brew

Remember your serendipitous

discovery of arbitrary rhyme

Speak to me still wind

Give to silence what is due