Rich Silence

oh rich silence this
to be almost empty of sound
all save a faint distant
chorus of frogs
still singing
in the nearly midnight darkness
rich silence this
where thoughts are free
to roam and gather shape
unstartled
and unhidden
by the noises of the day
rich silence this
and here I sit
like Midas in the midst
of his golden treasure
taking pleasure
in my wealth.

© 2003, Evelyn Grace Marinoski