What is silence

What is silence

When the hiss of morning

Is a tell tale sound of

Summer

Breakfast radio

Through an open window

Where do pigeons shelter

From the sun

When the wires are hot

And the fields are dry

Golden Sun days

Bring remembrance

To the forefront

As cars roll by

With roofs down

Appearances are everything

Even without words

The noise

Of an engine

Can paint a picture

Of rampant consumerism

When you open it up

The dust is lifted

Off the bonnet

In a cloud

Of nostalgia

For cheap cigarettes

And ice cold beer

Drive me to the river

It was a place of solitude

Until the heat

Brought an end

To the surprise

Rainy day secrets

Tattoo parlour jokes

Can pierce even the

Thickest skin

Lay your blanket down

Have a picnic

The grass is tinder dry

The heat of you

Could light a fire

Be wary of the fallout

A blaze of molten cinders

Sunny days

Are not here to stay

But speak softly

Into the silence

As the hiss of morning lawns

Is a welcome

Break from rainfall.