City streets now empty <br />Deepest of white lay on the ground. <br />Deadness of silence hush now heard <br />Caressing all of city sounds. <br /> <br />Birds are all tree nested tucked silently away. <br />Waiting for the warmth <br />Of a warmer mornings day. <br /> <br />Seeds and berries now buried <br />Deep beneath grounds blankets cover. <br />No meals for God's creatures today <br />Just the warmth of one another. <br /> <br />They all await patiently for the onset break of Spring <br />Renewing feasts calling back all on wing. <br />Calling, 'Come home, come home to all, and sing! '<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-white/
