Winter Sounds



Winter Sounds

We’ve gotten used to sounds 

deep in a winter night, a loud

ping when the woodstove reaches

some cooler temperature, 

muffled tumbles of smoldering logs,

the creak of pine floorboards 

as if someone walked quietly.

Downstairs the refrigerator

hums, the water heater readjusts. 

What is shifting inside this house 

I wonder, content, then roll into sleep.

Wind buffets the roof with 

a grand whoosh that pushes off

off a foot of new snow, louder 

than any wild animal out there.



About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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3 Responses to Winter Sounds

  1. Joy Kaubin says:

    Very nice, Elaine.  Makes me nostalgic for winter although our 70 degree sunny days here are pretty good, too.  Warm hugs, Joy

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