Comfort in the silence of frost
until my cheeks burned
with winter’s cold
Memories of a day
when my skin burned
with summer’s heat
Silent frost will sparkle and dance
melting with warming sun to
disappearing wherever it lands
Memories sparkle and dance
melting with the warmth of time
disappearing into the frost of age
Comfort in the silence of frost
where smiles and sorrows blend
with winter’s wisdom.
“Silence at the proper season is wisdom, and better than any speech.”
~ Plutarch
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