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.

Song Choice: Winter (from Vivaldi's Four Seasons)

This poem was inspired by the prompt given by A Dash of Sunny's Prompt Nights: Winter, my dear, would be cold without warm memories.