Speaking Silences

Yesterday it snowed.
And I was a child.
Either shut up in the house
Or in the yard at play.
An early weekend, an
Entire lifetime in front
Of a wood-burning fire.

Even children understand
How winter storms speak
Silences to a noisy world.

Today it snowed.
But I am grown up.
I take long drives on
Hazardous winter roads
So as to remind this day
To continue pushing forward.

Familiar and entirely eerie
This landscape that surrounds.
      Twenty-nine years.
No more do I know
Of anything new.
Even so, traversing
Hazardous winter roads
Is a mystical experience, a
Comfort to my soul:

      Winter storms never change,
Speaking silences to a noisy world.


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