Listen,
Listen to the snow
Can you hear it?
What is it saying?
Is it singing with the destructive force of the wind,
All to stir your worry?
Or is it silent stirring through the air,
Like the quiet that only comes once a year.
The kind of quiet that puts the infants to sleep,
And keeps the lonely awake.
The kind of quiet where your heartbeat is loud,
Not just large.
When you step out into the icy world,
The sounds of honking cars are but a distant memory.
Only the clear nothingness remains.
Listen and you’ll find it.
Reflections Literary Magazine 