Friday, February 8, 2013

In the stillness of silence

In the stillness of silence the snow falls.
Each flake rushing and dancing in the air.
It lands softly on a bed of white.

In the stillness of silence the wind blows.
An occasional car slowly drives by.
The echoes carried through the walls of my home.

In the stillness of silence we hibernate.
Every creature seeks shelter from winter's bite.
There is no place like home.

In the stillness of silence I write.
Words of creativity, imagination, contemplation.
Whispered through the mouth of nature.