I like the
quiet of the snow.
The giant
white muffler on the engines of life
Falling
gently
Stealthily
Making dawn
clean and white
I
like the slow crackle of fire
Then a shock against the flight
Logs
shifting
Embers
glowing
Making the
room grow with delight
I
like the laughter of children
Clothed
in bundles beyond site
Playing
gaily
Unconscientiously
Squealing as
they put up a fight
There’s
music in the silence
Often
not listened to in the grind of daily life
Playing
silently
Slowly
Only to be
heard when the day is white