Quietude



It is a gentle, silent fall;

no sound, no whisper

breaks the stillness that settles over all.

In moments the countryside is altered; 

the mantle of white

has softened every edge.

I make a silent pledge

to go outside alone,

and lift my face as it bestows

its gossamer, phantom kiss.

I feel the sense of bliss 

that comes over me 

throughout the Winter when it snows.



Ellie Maziekien

12/23/2000

 


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