The Quiet by Candace Meredith

Sweet summer breath 

The birds come by 

My open window 

Pleased by beauty. 

Then, evanescence- 

How three little words

Can be spoken,

She utters 

And he listens. 

The unspoken truth 

Is a metaphor 

For the wisdom 

Of the wind; 

The breath of the trees. 

An explosion in space 

Is a twilight to observe,

And to find among 

The constellations.

Silence. 

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Candace Meredith earned her Bachelor of Science degree in English Creative Writing from Frostburg State University in the spring of 2008. Her works of poetry, photography and fiction have appeared in literary journals Bittersweet, The Backbone Mountain Review, The Broadkill Review, In God’s Hands/ Writers of Grace, A Flash of Dark, Greensilk Journal, Saltfront, Mojave River Press and Review, Scryptic Magazine, Unlikely Stories Mark V and various others.