The Silence is Solid

The silence is solid

I breathe it in

It grounds me.

The stillness carries a presence

That is somehow heavy while it welcomes me in.

As the air leaves my lungs

And returns to my surroundings,

It crystallizes on the surface of

The ghosts that haunt me.

Their sheets visible as they sparkle in the last ray of sun climbing through the spindly branches

When my breath hits them,

The barely audible crackle cuts through the frozen molecules that surround me and

Solidify on each individual eyebrow hair

It is the only sound.

There are no other signs of life

Though there are signs that it was once present

And the hope that remains warm

Deep within me, that though the time is for hibernation,

One day, there will once again be an awakening

And I will take part in it along with this, now

Very still, comfortingly quiet

Landscape.