Silent, Cold and Still

Silent, Cold and Still

…in this place of the quiet…people come and go…in remembrance…with hearts like splintered glasses and broken necklaces…mostly in tears…some with blank stares…and empty minds…it seems time does not move at all…and the stone blackened by years…it is silent, cold and still…and then a black squirrel…

(*i photographed this image at the St. James Cemetery, Toronto, Ontario)


About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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