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Winter's Teasing Silence


As I sit here
looking out into the cold,
all motion except the flow of sight 
seem to be frozen still; even the wind
appears to have blown into a rest stop.

All sounds—
the adversaries of silence—
seem to have gone into retreat;
leaving an eerie void in nature’s cold.

Suddenly,
the wind is frightened awake!
nature’s mood of death is no more;
as motions begin to tailgate the scene.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 2/18/2019 9:00:00 AM
I enjoyed your poem, Millard.
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Date: 2/18/2019 10:50:00 AM
Thanks, Line. A pleasure to hear from you, again. I am pleased that you like this poem. Peace and Love, Millard Lowe.