The Sound of Fall (The Silence of Winter)

 

We converse with black tongues

And rot beneath the words

The evening harbors dreamscapes

On the brink of nightmares

The sound of fall

A touch of cold, trepidation

Anxiety for the silence of winter

The serenity of death

Fever burns through the boughs

And breaks at the tips

Love hibernates

Waits for the neoteric sun

To show its face, (or not)

Six more weeks of wintertide

The crest breaks at the bend

Crescendo of our year (of our world),

Once again

                      and again

Hazy and ghostlike

White blankets quietly drift

Like the mind in ways

The tomb to our fears

The genius to our jester

Six more weeks until it rises from slumber

Until we no longer must suffer

The silence of winter

Reviews

[Artiste de Mots]

That's amazing! I love this poem! I adore how it blends the beauty, mystery, and fright of nature. Wonderful word choice! Great job! :D

[Everson Taveras]

Visually stunning work you have molded here, though the lightly and angelic winter is painted dark and gloomy yet so poetically written, there is room for exception with this piece. Thank you for sharing

[Sunni Davis]

I love the visuals in your words. Terrific job!

[_mal]

You've got this down so well I can almost taste it. The line breaks are really cool

[Audrey Howitt]

So well written, as is all of your work---there is a bleakness in the feel of the poem that so well matches the season. Beautifully done.

[Kenneth The Poet]

I dislike winter too, but you write about in a way I can relate to. It's a dark, depressing season. Even the clouds on Groundhog Day is a misnomer. In my part of the world, February 2nd is just another day a blizzard could strike.