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!