Silence

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

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.

Photo and poem copyright Englepip©