Wednesday, December 13, 2017

The silent white dream

It is silent,
Silence is death some say,
But silence is peace as well,
Peace is beauty some say,

But peace is lonely as hell...

The beauty of death -- of those leafless trees,
The silent dream -- of the circling crow,
The flirting romance -- of those twinkling lights,
A plain white shimmering blanket of snow.

Remind us of winter, but don't take us there,
To the lifeless soul of nature, lonely and bare...
Cheer us with Christmas, keep us alive,
To witness the jingle down every drive.

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