Stillness Poem by Deanna Samuels

Stillness, hardly a breeze, not a cloud in the sky
The blueness above penetrated through the skeletal trees
Without losing any of its deep, deep hue
Fir trees stood tall, almost motionless
Their deep wintergreen gleaming in the bright sun's rays
Days old snow lay upon the ground glistening
Roads well cleared by snow ploughs recently making their rounds
Everything now so quiet and still
Not even an occasional bird whistle to break the silence
Most flew away before winter came to seek warmer climes
It will be another month or two before a trill is heard
Snowdrops and bluebells lay under a deep mound of snow
Their buds will not be seen till that frozen frost has melted
Such peacefulness, such tranquility
Just to sit and embrace these rare moments of stillness
Before the next expected winter storm sets in.


Written in Courtice, Ontario - 16th February 2019 - 2pm