White noise

POSTED IN Stories November 23, 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In all the world
there’s nothing like
the sound of falling snow,

the only noise
I’ve ever known
that makes the clocks move slow.

The only sound
that sweeps away
the din of city streets;

and wraps around,
in soft embrace,
‘most everyone it meets.

A sound that’s not
a sound at all,
a quiet, soft and dear,

that comforts all
the sleepy souls
who sit, and watch, and hear.

 

the first snow, the 21st of November, 2015
Finland

Maria Magdalena Biela