Loneliness of falling snow

Loneliness of falling snow …

falling snow
At first there is but dark silence baited for endearing sound
in hours deep in winter’s eve
the fires have long died down to glowing coals
and sleep arrived hours ago for most

Yet I remain awake listening for hidden hints of a storm to come
when from the darkness above nature’s command ensues
and the first silent flakes arrive
and yet it is certain there is more to come

By the hours end passing vehicle’s are muffled in winter’s hold
the pine bows on the cliffs above lower with the weight of snow
and I stir in fitful dreams
of memories past

As misremembered the memories of being a helpless child once
in the turmoils of restless revenge half asleep
There were many storms then and bitter the cold seeped
into every memory I ever owned

Now the memories are long past doing any damage
yet I revisit them yet again in the storm
I dream half dreams and quarter memories
until the false dawn awakens me

Silently and unrested I move to the grey window and
as the monochrome scene before me comes clear
In the back yard I see a lonely deer standing in the falling silence deep in snow
and once again I know I am never alone

For even in the dreams that reflect certain pasts
there was a world outside the broken windows covered in plastic
of people who cared enough to listen
who listened enough to know

Some will always recognize the loneliness of falling snow
enough to ask in the silence of morning
” I heard you stirring during the stormy night is everything alright ?”
And then her hand covers my own on the table


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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

3 thoughts on “Loneliness of falling snow

  • December 10, 2018 at 8:03 PM

    Beautiful poetic thoughts with wonderful imagery of silvery snowflakes silently falling.

  • December 21, 2018 at 7:34 PM

    Love this Ed. I love the silence of the winter – a very peaceful time of year… thanks for sharing


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