An allegory of Winter by Ambrogio Lorenzetti

Silent Solstice (Winter Becomes Maine)

sleet against the windowpane,

or maybe a mouse in the wall...

I listen...

but silence knows no direction

outside,

heavy pine boughs,

deep in the woods

so quiet, so still

a deer steps...

inside, warm,

the sound of a cat's paw

disturbs very little

as it hunts in a dream

silent as sleet

--Denis Dunn

thinking of N (soul sista!)....who asked her husband to leave her wedding ring in the garden bird bath after she died.  He did....