'Silent White' Poem by Linda Winchell

City streets now empty
Deepest of white lay on the ground.
Deadness of silence hush now heard
Caressing all of city sounds.

Birds are all tree nested tucked silently away.
Waiting for the warmth
Of a warmer mornings day.

Seeds and berries now buried
Deep beneath grounds blankets cover.
No meals for God's creatures today
Just the warmth of one another.

They all await patiently for the onset break of Spring
Renewing feasts calling back all on wing.
Calling, 'Come home, come home to all, and sing! '