Silence cascading through the ripples of cold crisp air.
Shattered by the strident sounds of feathered trumpeters
Breaking glass tinkling through the stones of fragile brook
As palaces of ice glitter in prismatic glory of light
Amber spears rise, crowning earthen temples in time
Furious hush sweeps across meadows lush and full
Bearing the weight of a thousand yesterdays
Soft sounds stirring as day fills the voids of silence