(Abstract Treescape by Fritz Brandtner, 1896-1969,
Canadian artist)
Listen for the hushed sounds that join the silence.
A WINTER TWILIGHT
A silence slipping around like death,
Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh,
a breath; One group of trees, lean,
naked and cold,
Inking their cress ’gainst a
sky green-gold;
One path that knows where the
corn flowers were;
Lonely, apart, unyielding, one fir;
And over it softly leaning down,
One star that I loved ere the
fields went brown.
~ Angelina Weld Grimké (1880-1958), American playwright and poet, active in the Harlem Renaissance
