Snowfall

Your words struck like thunderbolts

that left me shattered.

With tempest in your thoughts you stormed out.

The door rattled.

Then, silence.

Small at first, a simple absence of sound,

it arose like a slow tide.

Like a solemn witness.

Silence floated in with the dusk,

sat on my pillow,

shamelessly slid under the sheets.

The night sluggishly full of it.

Unheeded, its chunks kept falling

through the night

like blossom of the faded sky.

Shrubs of whitten.

As colour drained from the world,

the dawn came crisp and pale

like a shroud

or a fresh white page

still unwritten.