The Sounds of Silence

The morning was mute, quiet and still

as I awoke from a peaceful rest;

The sounds of silence were a soft calm

and peace was mine - I was blessed.


A hushed world was solemn in thought

at the silence all around;

Snowflakes fell like pure-white feathers

and never made a sound.


A lull like this, in a busy world,

was Nature's gift of wonder;

I stifled thoughts of anything

that might put it asunder.


For just awhile on a winter's morn,

I turned within, in awe;

Listening to the sounds of silence

and the beauty that I saw.


©Joan Adams Burchell
December 11, 2004

Winter Poems