Silence can be a welcoming hug,
into a cozy, firelit room,
of gingerbread warmth,
knitted blankets,
a good book,
and a creamy cup of hot cocoa on the side table.
Or
An arctic gale,
roughly shoving you
into a façade of crumbling, sharp-faced, stinging stucco,
until you land face-down,
in a left-behind pile of hardened, yellow snow.
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New Moon Day
PoetryA book of poetry and short stories for all of my Mother Nature-loving friends. Thank you, God, for all of life's blessings. On-going. ©2023 and 2024 by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved.
