Only the sound of new falling snow on winter's wind;
No rattle and roar of the truck's passing;
no dog's barking;
no telephone ringing . . .
The snow is quiet . . .
as it falls.
The owl is silent . . .
as he swoops down, embracing his prey.
The prey is silent
in his offering.
Lark
Her Majesty by M'Larky
Oh, she hath lay her first white robe down.
It is a white velvet wonderland of twinkling lights
with aurora shimmering bright.
The Visitor by M'Larky
You come to me in the night,
your face like the morning sun
bringing in the light;
Your light
and together
we shine bright
as the stars.
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