Saturday, September 29, 2012

Quiet




So quiet

I can hear the trees breathe
I can hear the fish move the water
I can hear the call of something wild
I can hear autumn's loving whisper
I can hear the sun kiss the water

Nothing wrong with my hearing.

18 comments:

Granny Annie said...

Or your composition:)

Brian Miller said...

ah...i could just sit here for a while and listen...nothing wrong at all...smiles....happy saturday

Lynn said...

no, nothing at all, Tabor ~ I’d love to sit with you too awhile in the quiet . . .

Daniel LaFrance said...

Amen to that! Lets take a moment to soak it all in.

Red said...

Awesome photo. Like your poem that focuses on sound. So the two together make a great post.

Dave said...

A good photo Tabor, and an interesting little poem - Dave

SueAnn Lommler said...

Oh my gosh!! What a fabulous photo!. Beautiful area!!
Well done.
And the poems in luscious!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Gail Dixon (Louisiana Belle) said...

Oh, my, this is glorious. Picture and words.

Hilary said...

What a beauty of a shot!

Barb said...

Nothing seems wrong at all as I see that perfect landscape!

Pauline said...

Nothing wrong with your writing either!

Dave King said...

or your sensitivities!

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

Your photo is so beautiful. And the poem portrays the quiet of nature very well -- barbara

Kat said...

Wow, wow, wow! Gorgeous! :)

ladyfi said...

How utterly beautiful!

Bob Bushell said...

Beautiful image.

lime said...

aaaaahhhh, just perfect

Linda said...

I can hear the furnace running to take away the damp chill and I can hear the cars going by on the street outside. Wanna trade? Thank you for sharing your world and apologies for suggesting mine, Tabor. At least I know what your world sounds like. I have experienced the serenity. =D