William Oxley / I Remember Silence

I Remember Silence

I remember silence
Subtle as an April frost
Soft as baby’s down
Sweet as honeycomb ­–
I remember silence
Before the cars came :
How it filled the little hollows
In the roadway and the fields,
Or in batlike shadows hung
All day long
Beneath the clustered leaves
Of sticky sycamores
In bits of dusty garden.
I remember as it were
A truth that’s almost gone,
A silence and a warmth
That others have forgotten.