Stillness of Winter
There is much to be heard in summer,
even in spring and fall,
but when the atmosphere changes,
everything goes still,
It’s still in winter,
there’s nothing to be heard,
the snow falls to the ground,
and blankets the world silently,
And this is when the darkness comes early,
the dark seems to blank out the light,
and that’s what happens,
in this time, in this place,
Even when everything goes still,
there is still some sound,
but it’s faint,
it doesn’t want to be found,
It’s the stillness,
that quiets the night,
the icy snowflakes touch skin,
and melts into cold water,
The stillness of winter,
it shows us that the world,
can be perfect, sincere, tranquil,
it’s the time when the rest fades away,
There’s a cold breeze,
but it feels crisp,
like it’s meant to be,
because winter is here,
There is nothing else here,
nothing else to bring the noise back,
because all that is needed,
is the stillness of winter.