Winter Mime Time

silence befalls the play in winter's hall birds stalled, stage-struck, do not call trees with naked branches mime their lines with no clothes their nakedness much maligns dawn's curtain call has lights subdued the scene is shrouded in dark hues, grey imbued all is dank, cold and clammy with frowning faces on the play's cast, struck dumb in their places. the birds and animals dare not be called for winter has all life frozen spellbound enthralled hung up like coats and hats on hall racks, iced comatose all things hibernating awaiting winter's curtain call close