Week 8: Wrapped in Silence

Wrapped in Silence

By Annette Bromley

The sky is gray and ominous
and storm clouds hide the sun.
The river’s heart is frozen
and it’s lost its will to run.
The sparrows on the feeder chirp,
wanting to be fed.
The happy songs of chick-a-dees
today seems filled with dread.

The wind seems to be moaning
and groaning all around
as a winter storm moves in
and freezing rain comes down,
then turns a zillion dancing flakes
all swirling, spinning round
as the earth grows silent
and snow falls without a sound.

How quiet the world grows
as winter weather settles in;
the only sound, what sound at all
is the moaning of the wind
as it shivers down the chimney,
taps on the window and the door;
and if you chance answer the knock,
sweeps in across the floor.

With earth wrapped up in silent snow,
how still comes the winter night
without so much a glimmer
of a star on fields of white.
So silent is the winter world
with days so dark and gray
wrapped in the silence of the snow
when stormy winter comes our way.