Voice of silence within.
Fear of the quiet
fear of speaking out loud
fear of the birth of life
fear in the dying fall
fear in the rising spring.
Fighting the paralysis
of the burdens of winter.
Shedding must commence,
a never ending process
over and over
somehow just as excruciating
as before.
Harsh cold winds
mingling with bright light.
Naked beauty of daffodils
heralding the light.
Hints of green
amongst a blanket of brown
baptized by the light.
Silence
is the light.
