Quietly, Do We Wake

• Caitlyn Stone, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2017

Folds of sweet cloth, that tumble and slip.
Shhh, hush, the air creeps in,
The gold light, seeps in,
Have you heard,
The sound of the dust on wood,
the sound of early light sound asleep on the quiet floor?
Then hush,
Listen ,
Hear,
Here it is sighing.