Noise

There are many types of silence

An outer snowy one or

A dark autumn night silence

An inner quiet silence

seldom achieved

Our inner self is more

Noisy than a bustling city street

Filled with thoughts and impressions

Spring In November

Rainy days in the city

No end in sight

The rain is

Making the soil

Fertile and full of life

A sentry letter in the gutter

The streets filled with water

And people with umbrellas

Hiding away from the

Relentless rain