25 January – Silent moment

Here, the loudest sound is silence,
broken only by a distant stream
that whispers constant chatter
like an undercurrent’s theme.
Even the birds have hushed,
stealing the air of song,
leaving a rare quiet peace
my soul yearns to prolong.
This is a gifted moment,
everything calm and still,
standing, lullingly listening,
half way up Hawkshaw Gill.