Winter
The silence.
I see the silence.
Not even the cruel cold can break the silence.
The snow is pure smooth.
Human hands have not yet destroyed it.
The muted sun hangs low,
Surrounded by grey-white clouds.
All is embedded in a sky of gloom.
The sky is a cavernous hue,
More like being inside.
The light is a ghost,
Lonely and cold.
My breath surrounds me in white.
Snowy ground crunches underfoot.
Rivers of snow cut through civilization.
All is eerie and quiet.
I am a ghost observing the world,
And the winter is my haven.
I stand alone toward the horizon,
No need to be warm,
For I am human winter.
I know the flaming heat will come.
The winter will be destroyed always,
Until it resurrects again.
I live it as it lasts,
This moment of pure winter.
​© 2025 Quincy Dominic White
Look Back
Look back all the years
Memories through the tears
Held by thoughts of a life unlived
Have not given all there is to give
Returning to old haunts
Thinking empty thoughts
Childhood so long ago
The child never grows
The child always a child in the mind
Childhood never ends through a life
Only memories create age
All the memories of all the change
Time keeps
Life sleeps
Feelings never fade
The joy and the pain
Look back all the years
Memories through the tears
© 2024 Quincy Dominic White