Sound Control
Winter Wonderland
winter has silenced the city
all that is heard is the low groan
rising from the icy lake
the ice has devoured
shouts from crowds of people
crossing streets or hailing taxis
casual conversations
cell phones—all are locked
within the bonds of frozen water
car motors and horns
are layered between
water and ice—muted
a white-feather-quiet
has descended here
rest your tired ears
Pamela Olson, 4/6/09
For Read Write Poem’s prompt
“image by Pensiero” Image is Winter
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