Saturday, February 14, 2009

Solitude, by Lynne

Why is it always so silent

With the first winter’s snow?

A magical moment,

The night sky dark

The earth and trees outlined

With their white feathered blanket.

Sound muted, if present at all

I breathe the air, no frost to my breath

It’s not even cold,

I didn’t expect this

As I stepped outside

I wanted you here

To share this with me.

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