Winter’s Time

In the gray of winter

It is easy to wish for sleep

A rest so long that when you wake

You are tickled

By green blades between your toes

And the sunlight rouses you

Bright and warm against heavy eyelids

But there is something to be said

For the silence that embraces us

After a fresh snow when the sound

- Try as it might -

Seems to vanish with little more

Than a whisper on the wind

In the quiet I am reminded of the end

The world is not an hourglass

That you can simply turn over and start again

Without the noise I am able to focus

On every grain of sand I have left