Storms of Winter leave an aftermath of silence
When one can hear only the breathing of the land
The mountain stands above all
-also silent-
Demanding nothing to be said
Voices are lost in the wind - never to reach my tired ears
Not one demand stifles this season when she wants quiet!
Thoughts are lost in the wind - never to reach my tired mind
Not one idea can brighten this season when she wants darkness!
Let the snow fall!
I crave its silence!
Voices are lost forever to the wind; never to reach my tired ears again!