Quietude
It is a gentle, silent fall;
no sound, no whisper
breaks the stillness that settles over all.
In moments the countryside is altered;
the mantle of white
has softened every edge.
I make a silent pledge
to go outside alone,
and lift my face as it bestows
its gossamer, phantom kiss.
I feel the sense of bliss
that comes over me
throughout the Winter when it snows.
© Ellie Maziekien
12/23/2000