The Soundless Hush

Sometimes at night I fall asleep
To all embracing black
And other times – right at the brink
My senses call me back

The soundless hush of gentle white
The crispness in the air
It doesn’t need to make a sound
To tell me that it’s there

The window beckons temptingly
All decked in glistening lace
The view that greets me through the glass
An unfamiliar place

All harsh lines covered soothingly
And blanketed with care
No single mark to mar the scene
Or show what once was there

As if the earth is written new
Its pristine canvas waits
In peaceful contemplation
Till the sleeping world awakes

© 2019

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