silence

silence

all except for the soft hiss of snowflakes

rushing into my jacket sleeves

as if they expect to slide right through

and out the other side.

silence

so heavy i'm brought to my knees,

resisting the tempting, perfect snow

so thick that if i sink in, i may never come back up for air.

silence

that seems to echo

through the carpet of snow so deep,

because it's silent

and the whole world is asleep,

at least until the silence breaks.

a painting of clouds in a purple gradient against a starry sky

OverTheRainbow

VT

11 years old

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