Hollow Silence
Has thou
stepped in a warm pool
in the midst of a snow storm?
Have ye
felt the damp steam,
sitting heavily,
on the water,
as snowflakes,
sizzle above your head.
Can thou
smell that crisp,
musty scent
of wet moss
clinging to the air,
or hear
the rustlingclatter
of the leafless tree branches
blowing in the wind,
and that ghastly whistle,
as snow swirls
about you within
the warm fog
that encompases you?
That ominious,
echoing call
of an owl,
bouncing off the snowbanks,
through the barren trees,
can send a shiver
deep within you
when it peirces
the hollow silence
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