White Is The Silence
A silent whiteness fills the air.
Slender whispers on hush fall.
Softness sweet caress to share.
Mountains rise to meet the gentle sky.
Fingers in stone etched of time.
White is the silence…quite is the whisper goodbye.
J. Allen Wilson © 1-2008
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reminds me of the hush of winter...
Be safe,
Karen
Fee
God bless you. Kathy
dan
Love and blessings.
Susan