There's something sacred about being in an enclosed space
Surrounded by forest, river and just past dawn dappled light.
With the soothing sounds of my niece's knitting needles
As we glide through the early morning mountain mist.
Click, click go her stitches, whir whir go my wheels
We're heading down the mountain with few words between us,
Companionable silence a respite from our initial intensity.
We've not said close to all that there is to share between us,
But even love needs a silence to settle into the soul.