Pregnant pause, the muffled din
Ceases clamor, listens in
To the sounds of silence
Tires crackle an icy road
Pierce the quiet, presence told
Then vanish in the silence
The lingering laugh of children pulled
Toboggans careening round the wood
Til bedtime claims their silence
Trees and bushes heavy full
Wear coverings of frozen wool
Birds, squirrels tucked in silence
Scrapes of shovelers out at night
Clearing paths before the light
More snow, then deeper silence
Snow a wondrous glorious gift
Icy manna softly drifts
Blesses us with silence
Reflections in the darkness cold
Brighten shadows of snowy folds
Blankets of whitened silence
And in the silence comes the bid
Find the wonder, Love that’s hid
In the still of silence
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One of your best Sherry! Well done!
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Thank you, Rick! 💞🥰☃️
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Sherry, what a restful poem.
I love it so much. You really wrapped my imagination in the beauty and calm of a snowy landscape. …makes me wish Tennessee got more snow. ❤
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Thank you, Tammy! I’m so glad you could share an Idaho snowy night! Blessings, friend! 💞🥰☃️
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