In the winter months it seems
There is more of silence inside
The home because the fans are
Switched off because it is too cold
Natural coolness comes with the dew
And the weather favours quietness
One silence encourages more silence
The rare mist brings forth reverence
Music seems like another form of silence
It is more mellifluous with the many violins
And voices sounding like springing from
Realms not accessible in warmer times
Reality is altered at night and street lights
Wear halos not normally seen when sober
Crickets begin to be heard and the ears
Remember the happy songs of the past
When there was hope and death too far.
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