across the land,
the gardens frozen,
the bare trees stand
remembering weight of golden leaves.
Have you noticed?
Each breath is laced
with crystal cold,
and only crows
are left to hold
their court in empty monarchy.
Have you noticed?
Yet sunsets keep
the brightest shades
for these, the coldest of the months,
and even when the sunlight fades
the stars are clearest when our gaze
is woken by midwinter ice,
and if you pause in winter woods
and listen to the silence grow,
you find that silence has a sound--
of wind through cedars and weighty snow.
Have you noticed?
~Aliza Silverstein