Pictures of Silence

Typewriter poem day 2:

Pictures of Silence

There’s no silence like snowfall

When you can hear branches cracking

Beneath the weight of ice

When animals hide from the cold

And the white blanket is untouched

Trees frosted with frigid purity

The streets are silent when darkness falls

Hard like a crushing dead blow hammer

And the human world is locked

Behind closed doors of suburbia

Retired to their beds

Where some are locked in embrace

While others are lonely

Waiting through the unrelenting night

For what little relief the morning brings

My living room is silent in the darkness

As the children sleep upstairs

Dreaming of toys and candy

And the colorful things of childhood

My mind is silent

As I put my heartaches and struggles behind me

Give myself to sleep

And wait to see what the dawn brings