Silence by Blanche Day Manos A soft and drowsy, downy day, the sky is furry, blurry gray; No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped with frozen lace, the meadow is an arctic place; And house and barn, with wintry grace Wear thatches.
Feb 11, 2021
Sounds
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No sounds break the frozen stillness of morning. Snow rims the dark limbs of trees, wintry patterns against a gray sky. A careful driver in a blue car eases down the icy street, his headlights a yellow swath in the darkness–a silent car on a silent street. But noises intrude. Coffee pot chuckles; furnace […]
Aug 11, 2018
The Golden Light at the End of the Day
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There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]
