Deep silence
Frozen in the branches
Biting into the night
Exacerbating the solitude
That comes with lockdown.
Borne on an ill wind of
Punishment
For what?
For existing?
It enters your consciousness
Like a vacuum
Sucking out the senses
Suffocating normal existence.
It’s only when you listen to the silence
That you wonder
At the malicious nature
Of a virus
That cancels a whole world
Overnight.
Listen for the silence in the darkness
The perfect note we can all get right.
The snow falls earthward
Unheard, dropping silently and
Populating the land with stars of white
Millions –
Billions of flakes, binding together
And smoothing over the disparate,
Broken and unsightly.
For snow silently signals delight,
Wonder, happiness and harmony.
We look on,
Mesmerised by a world changed
Under a clean, white blanket of
Virgin snow,
untouched innocent forgiving.
And I wonder what would happen
Should humanity take a clean sheet
Stop its septic squabbles
To share a blanket of forgiveness.
Hush now.
Listen.
When you hear the silence
You will know we have got
At least one note right.
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