Frozen Season

During this long frozen season
the birds do not speak,
no fly awakens to thump there
between panes of glass.
Night again settles like a lump
caught in the throat.
Tiny bandits, children muffled
in caps and scarves
show only their hungry eyes.
Silence is contagious,
like a case of the flu, couples
come down with it.
Monitoring the season’s cold
inanimate chest,
that ear pressed to the window.
Despite the chill,
hope’s stethoscope patiently
waits to be consoled
by the sound of a solitary drip.


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