Silence in the Snow-Empty Fields
A Poem
The eerie silence of the snow-empty fields
invades the soft silent soul.
It wavers on windblown air
waiting for wave after wave
of dry water that never falls.
When there was snow,
the telephone poles leaned away,
and you could see the buried grass tips
sticking up through the snow.
But these snow-empty fields?
Even the mice have nowhere to hide.
The bleak grey settles the silence
and gives it that eerie feel.
We know this isn’t right.
We know the Earth is angry.
And we know our helpless hands
hold no hidden answer,
no helpful path to a holy salvation.
Anthony Signorelli
Giving voice to the experience we are all having. Please share with others as appropriate.
it's too cold, even for sound.