Storms of Winter leave an aftermath of silence.
When one can hear only the breathing of the land,
The mountain stands above all
-also silent-
Demanding nothing to be said.
Voices are lost in the wind - never to reach my tired ears.
Not one demand stifles this season when she wants quiet!
Thoughts are lost in the wind - never to reach my tired mind.
Not one idea can brighten this season when she wants darkness!
Let the snow fall!
I crave its silence!
Voices are lost forever to the wind; never to reach my tired ears again!