The Sound of Ice

Its cold outside,
Ice is growing,
Forming
It is dark and willowy
Moonlit.
The night is crisp, clear
And the stars drip light.
Everywhere is silent.
Peace prevails
Somewhere - Everywhere.
Cannot the world rest to listen,
And feel the peace?
It is waiting to be embraced,
On cold nights such as these.
But the world waits in ignorance
Too busy watching television


Chrissie Nash Nov 1979