Watching the snowflakes

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window

as I listen to, or am bombarded by, the eternal ringing in my ears

Silence is an impossible dream

Watching the leaves in spring stretch and yawn

Watching the rose petals romance the world

Watching the beautiful deaths colour the postcards

Watching the snowflakes’ individualities show us how

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window

and here I sit crunching ginger biscuits

Silence is an impossible dream