The sky has gone from blue to grey
The trees look more like death than life
And all the sounds of summer
Have gone silent
Birds flee to the iron grey sky
Laughing children now respect the hush
The wind no longer rustles the grass
There is none left
To disturb the winter day
Phones lay unchecked
Mail routes have been snowed in
Even conversation dwindles to mere necessity
The cold claims more sounds
The ones of human connection
All across the chilled hearts
A respect for the season of silence
No one dare faces it
All words and well wishes
Wait till spring
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