The Quiet
by Sandra Lang deRive
I pause by the old Oak tree
for a moment
to listen to the quiet
First, hearing the frost-laden leaves
Slowly drifting to the ground
As if they were the soft steps of passing ghosts
A slightly eerie but calming sound
Crisp evening air surrounds me
Bringing frozen drops of water to kiss my skin
White flakes float down from a darkened starry sky
Designed by nature…Winter begins
Feeling absorbed in its gentle arrival
The end of my day turning into night
I belong in these moments
For now,
To just stand here
and listen to the quiet.
The Author
Sandra Lang deRive is originally from rural eastern Pennsylvania but the lure of exciting career opportunities and adventures in big city Chicago persuaded her to settle into permanent residency there with her husband, two sons, and Chihuahua rescue, “Master Chi.” She has held a variety of jobs starting as a teenager at Hershey Park, PA., then to Chicago as a railroad teletype and telegraph operator, patent law, fire and police law, and general law secretary, real estate assistant, airline customer service, and now semi-retired as a school bus driver. In her part-time business, she was a mobile DJ for 20 years. The vast interests in her former careers also influence the variety of subjects she writes about in her poems, short stories, and novellas. Currently, she is working on her fairytale romance novel.
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