Two ways of silence

Silence like hesitant hands Upon a closed and heavy gate. They touch the open mouth of a garden Kept clean and wordless. “A man stirs himself in poetry” Snow falling in two worlds. Branches collect small and silent messages. Silence like snow on a swinging gate. The grass ears unloosen themselves With the wind stirring its body Aloft in the garden mouth. It by itself Talking cool winter telegrams. The moon sits on the edge of the wood Hushing as a barn owl Waiting for twilight.