For the dverse prompt, a poem in rhyming couplets, a sonnet of sorts.
Quiet falls so soft, it’s all there is to hear,
Except the dull remorseless beat of fear,
That intrudes upon the tractor’s busy hum,
Its harsh, relentless beat a warlike drum.
Listen, quiet fills the heart with peace,
The world stands still, a wingbeat of release
Of tension stored. The sky is rain-washed clean;
Look, beyond the stars, the night’s bright screen.
Our tears and weeping mingle with the rain,
There is sorrow in the silence, loss and pain,
Yet blackbirds weave their song from evening gold,
And love remains the greatest story told.
I would live always on the razor’s edge
With arms to sound the depths and dreams to fledge.