stabs to an ivory quilt below-
To the sky above
reach the spidery branches
that begin down in the snow.
Crackling around me
the icy air and my breath
make clouds that dance
around my face-
The frozen blues
and slick whites in this dream
create a lucid space.
All the world slumbers
in the night of winter, wrapped up in frozen dreams-
The frosted world with chilling winds
is placid, tucked away
until future greens.
Silence surprises
when it conquers noise,
and every crunchy footstep is heard-
This timeless winter place allows
only quiet sounds, only stillness,
only unspoken words.
Andrea Jazwiecki
Copyright � 2001