The sound of silence
By Grannyrosie
THE SOUND OF SILENCE Within the depths of silence, Tall sentinels, shrouded in white. Monuments to the glory of winter, Snow clad pines, glistening bright. Boughs laden, bending to the earth, Kneeling before the seasons might. Sparkling jewels of water droplets, Reflect Sol’s feeble, struggling light. Carpet of snow, untouched, perfect, Shrouding banks in rifts and drifts. No breeze, or wind to torment. The sound of silence shifts. Minute crackle of a limb, Straining against icy weight. A sigh from nature heralds, Sound of silence about to break. Gentle whoosh, of snow on snow. Scurry, flurry, of a new fall. Silence descends even deeper, Nature takes a curtain call Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 11:50 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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