Tuesday, December 10, 2013

The Quiet of the Snow

I like the quiet of the snow.
The giant white muffler on the engines of life
Falling gently
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
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
Only to be heard when the day is white

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