Winter

 (I in no way own this image I found it on the internet)

 

The night is heavy and darkness has fallen

There isn’t a solitary light shinning

There is an unshakable internal silence

The only sounds to be heard are the gentle purring of the cat

And the snow softly falling to earth

The scene is serene

Until the wind makes it’s presence known

Quietly it at first it approaches and then

Ever so slowly it becomes more intrusive with the passing of each second

Menacing is this gust

The wind now gives voice to its mighty threats

Throwing back its head it shrieks and howls

Branches thrash against the windowpane

Yet though the storm outside is in it’s heightened furry

There is internal silence, stillness

Yet the outer storm rages still

Nothing stirs within and the only thing to be heard is

The gentle purring of the cat at my feet

Unnerving is this inner stillness

As if the storm outside echoes everything my mind longs to

The pain and anguish my heart once felt are being exemplified in this storm

And Yet I am still

And Yet I am calm

I am quite

I am finally at peace.

 

By ~Cheyenne E. Mitchell