Sound of Silence

The lake was silent

So trees could communicate,

A birdsong filled the gap.

The Lake
The Lake

note: The poem is inspired by darkness that is late autumn, on the edge of winter. My first autumn in Finland (years ago) hit me like a ton of bricks. Mother Nature is deceiving this way, she will first tease with a colourful display but once the trees start shedding those romantic and picturesque leaves, it’s a long wait before snowfall.

Over the years I’ve learned to embrace the season, otherwise it would be fighting a losing battle. Because late autumn seems to dictate, “Migrate or hibernate!”. I interpret hibernation as a time for contemplation instead of an inactive state, as the nature forces us to slow down. And whilst lost in quiet contemplation of scenery ― I happen to live nearby a forest and lake ― there is nothing more joyous in that moment than a Greenfinch song (Viherpeippo), one of the bird species less inclined to migrate.


  1. Lovely poem and wonderful back story…thank you for sharing. I am always hibernating, even when I am moving fast. As well as, I can’t help but inject colors/sunshine into the leaves when they go dark…otherwise I wouldn’t be able to take it….that may be out of sync with nature…haha :). So cheers to you, if you are able align yourself with nature’s rhythm and its seasons, while having the ability enjoy it…in complete surrender….at the same time ☆~Best.

    1. Thanks to you for reading, I’m glad you like the back story too. Generally, my poems are not biographical. But I have to admit that I’m fascinated with seasons since I moved to Finland because they are so defined, and a complete surrender is necessary to embrace them all:-). All best…

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