frozen ground.

"Hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird
that can not fly

Hold fast to dreams
for when dreams go
life is a barren field
frozen with snow"
— Langston Hughes

 There is a silent stillness after ice shields the ground

louder at night than in the morning. 

I laid awake listening to it.

A cleansing of hope and a prolonged view.

This morning I felt the ground crack beneath my feet, 

a crescendo of silence.

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There was a two hour delay this morning

and I have never been so thankful for those two extra hours of sleep. 

photo from flickr