Winter

A crisp silence, like heavy snow, Covers the land and changes it, Smoothing out the contours below (A fragile film to fool the wits); And bodies in its frozen grip Are smothered, eyes and mouths fast closed. To travel here I have to slip, Like night's shadow in flight, under so Crisp a silence. In such cold. bones can never know Warmth, or in some wild madness sit Again where meadow grasses grow; The ice is too thick now to split. Only a winter's shroud could fit A crisp silence.