Silence
The late December air rings
with the silence
crisp and chill.
Oceans of drifted, white, snow
crest barn doors and windows.
Frosted panes
sheets of crystalline parchment
roll, perforated like strips of ribbon candy
from tin roofs as
icicles hang from gutters
fringed like shawls.
The sharp snap of branches
masks the bark of distant dogs.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2008
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