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There is No Thunder When It Snows
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Winter Poems There is no thunder when it snows;
No tumult in the way silent sheets of ice
Scatter the cold earth.
There is no alert
When Winter comes in all of Her chill
And when Her silent, frozen tears
Land upon soft, warm skin.
There is no violent, raging wind
To pluck leaves from their arborous homes.
And yet there’s something eerily fascinating
About the power of calm, still flakes
That suck the life from all around them.
Perhaps it is the silence that is most disquieting.
