Refining Silence

My breath floats around me like a veil
and the world is silent,
save for the sighs in the snow’s descent.

The waning sun still has enough strength
to bring out the glitter in winter’s icy jewels.
Winter’s court is a dark beauty,
hiding nothing.

All the extraneous has been shed,
leaving the trees’ bones to sway
in a danse macabre
orchestrated by frigid winds.

There is strength as well as elegance
to this starkest of seasons,

inspiring us to remember the peace
in the quiet cores of our souls,
to rest, and cherish them
for the blooming season to come.



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  1. "a danse macabre / orchestrated by frigid winds." though in our part of the world we are denied the beauty of the icy jewels but we're familiar with this dance...a vivid portrayal of winter...

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  2. Having spent most of my life in snowy Colorado, I have to say you nailed it! The stark beauty, the quiet, the strength, the breath. Lovely!

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    1. Woot! So happy I was able to really capture that.

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  3. This entire poem sings to me of rebirth, and I love that. I love it because it's true... and because I need all the rebirth I can get my hands on at the moment.

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    1. Yes, there was absolutely an element of rebirth I wanted to get across. My goal was not so much to minimize the harder aspects of winter, but to highlight the haunting parts as lovely and necessary so rebirth can happen.

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  4. Whistles!!❤️💝This is absolutely awe-inspiring, Rommy🤗 You have depicted winter's strength, grace and beauty so beautifully here! Especially love; "The waning sun still has enough strength to bring out the glitter in winter’s icy jewels. Winter’s court is a dark beauty, hiding nothing." Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💝


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Thanks! This was a fun one to tinker with to get the tone just the way I wanted it.

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  5. Amazing crafted work of delight
    Here's to peace

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    1. A bit of peace for all of us would be wonderful.

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  6. I really loved this and immediately read it again as it reminded me of winters in England many years ago. Stunningly beautfiful.

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    1. Squee! I am delighted with this compliment! Thanks :)

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  7. Luv how your poem courts the rest time with sparkle, and silence and just enough animation

    I'm happy you dropped in to read mine

    much love...

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    1. Animation is a great word to use here. Yes, I wanted to show the life, as still and quiet as it is, at winter's heart.

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  8. What a beautiful and real depiction of winter at its finest. I can feel the cold AND the warmth "in the quiet cores of our souls,"

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    1. Woot! That was exactly the sort of balance I wanted the reader to feel.

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  9. There is strength as well as elegance
    to this starkest of seasons,

    Even when one abhors the cold there are still some goodness in the cold months!

    Hank

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    1. LOL, yup! I can't say I'm a big fan of cold weather either, but I can't deny the beauty that is there.

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  10. So beautiful! I'm looking forward to the cold season!

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    1. In the meanwhile, enjoy the sun for me in your part of the world.

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  11. Oh yes I agree, "There is strength as well as elegance to this starkest of seasons," Winter is my favourite season, not only because of the magical snow but the peace and quietude it brings me. And so I love this highlight as winter is often deemed harsh, which it can be, but it does have it's beauty. Wonderful poem!

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    1. Thanks Khaya! Every season does have it's special gifts. I like to celebrate them all as they go by.

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  12. What a superbly composed poem and blanket of thoughts.. yes..if we allow stillness to envelop us it is surely a time to reflect and to feel Winter's strength

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    1. And we can find our own strength while we reflect

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  13. you had me at sighs in the snow’s descent...beautiful imagery.

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    1. Thanks! It sounds that way to me. I'm eager for the first real snowfall of the season, if it does mean time spent shoveling.

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  14. I very introspective view of the dying season. Your descriptive writing is very well done.

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    1. Thanks Kerry, I find winter to be very conducive to introspective thoughts.

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  15. "inspiring us to remember the peace
    in the quiet cores of our souls" beautiful and what winter is for me - the season for introspection

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    1. Yep, I look forward to the slow down after the rush of the holiday season.

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  16. The last few lines are my favorite section of this poem.

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  17. Love the dance macabre... I sometimes find the trees in winter more beautiful than when they dress themselves in leaves.

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    1. There is something very beautiful in their spareness.

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  18. Ah, beautiful winter. There really is a sigh sound in snowfall. I was listening to it while reading this.

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    1. We still have yet to get our first real snowfall around here.

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  19. "There is strength as well as elegance
    to this starkest of seasons,"

    Oh so true! Wonderful write.

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  20. "There is strength as well as elegance
    to this starkest of seasons,"

    luv this

    much love...

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    1. LOL, thanks for stopping by again!

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  21. A beautiful poem – and reminder of what winter is for.

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    1. I think a lot of us need that reminder. I know I do!

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  22. 'inspiring us to remember the peace
    in the quiet cores of our souls, . . .'

    Serenely beautiful. I love this poem!

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