Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Silent Companions, 12.25.13

Went walking in the evening
To see the new-fallen snow
Found my way among the trees
Winding to and fro

Happened upon the woodland creek
Frozen on its way
Tried to hear its laughing voice
But it had naught to say

I came up to an old oak tree
Stark, still and strong
I could not hear its whispered words
Though I waited long

Continued till I chanced to find
A field, buried white
But nothing would it say to me
As evening turned to night

1 comment:

  1. You have captured the essense of a magical winter's night. Your poem reminds me of many times I have walked out in the frozen woods in the dark.
    Thanks for the memories.