Winter is fluent in kinds of silence
Utterly baffling to other times
Of what sounds there are, the dog can make sense
But they would mean nothing in other climes
Snow modulates the acoustics of life
Alchemically, it turns everything soft
Freezing makes animals averse to strife
It costs energy to hold flags aloft
The dog persuaded me to walk this night
He loves it when the page of the street's clean
Pages are legible because they're white
The dog follows what winter wants to mean
Tranquilized by the cold, all tongues speak peace
The dog leads me to fear and woe release
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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