Silent December Poem by Lauren Kapusta

I walk silently between the birch trees.
They stand like giant ghosts, their hands raised up.
I look up at the sky;
It's an odd burgundy color and I see no stars.
A snowflake falls on my nose and in my eye.
A wave of coldness pulsates through my body.
As I walk on, I realize it is so silent.
My feet make no noise even as I tread through snow.
An owl doesn't cry.
Nor can I hear my own breath.
Tiny crystals shine brilliantly,
In the white blanket that covers the ground.
I see no footprints in the snow.
I sit down on the snow and close my eyes.
It's so silent, that I thought I could hear,
The tiny snowflakes landing on the blanket.
I absorb the perfect tranquility around me.
My soul loses its restlessness.
The silence and beauty of this,
Silent December's eve is all I know.
Reluctantly, I get up and walk away.
I slowly leave the peaceful dead woods.
I enter my home and take off my frigid clothes.
A fire is roasting and I sit in front of it.
I glance out my window and the snow still falls.
A smile appears on my face.
And I think to myself;
'What a silent December...'