The sounds of Winter

See there

look through the icy, frosted cabin windows

See the nameless branches

snap

under its' load, of heavy, icy

cold

under its' old

Winds whisper inside

in the cabins ear

full of lies

full of fears

It's the sounds of Winter.

The cabins hearth

crackling the logs spitting out

warmth

As I sit by the ice glazed window

wrapped in the knowledge of being inside

can cause the soul to wander

Petals

of fat snow

drop down

splash upon

and then die

To the sounds of Winter

Sleekly

the snow finds

its' burrows to

a home for another time

To sing the sounds of Winter

The stew is slightly bubbling

on the ancient

yet sturdy old cabins' stove

Throwing more heat , more aromas for

the senses to be reminded

In the Fall you hear

the whispers of near

only

of

the sounds of Winter.

Still amazingly

gracefully, the snow swirls around

the windows, the doors, piling up

To block the entrance

or maybe the exit?

of the sounds of Winter

I gently touch the frozen crystals

clinging to the windows' pane

I must be seeing a Winter mirage

Cabin fever

maybe

or?

Well, you look

through the cabins cold pane

I made a circle so you could see

Do you notice yet?

The proud horses'

sleigh

filled with pride

Snowflakes drop

slowly

with the wind

to the side

Yes, ( I think,) snow, blow!

into our cold-hearted faces

Look toward

the many places

We will glow

we will slide

the sleigh

on an icy, angry, Wintry glide

Still the fierce snow

makes us gasp

at the sight

of the last.

The cabin

still warm

the stew still bubbling

in it's pot

I look around

the cabin of Wintry safety

And find

I am the only one there

to hear

The sounds of Winter