Tag Archives: Winter

THE SILENCE OF SLEIGHS

THE SILENCE OF SLEIGHS

My earliest memories do not have a sound track

The steppes of Canada are the steppes of Russia
Zhivago watching Lara leave . . . without her song

The horse’s hooves
compressing snow to greater silence
the runners sinking softly into silence
skimming surface of silence
stretching out the notes of silence

The bells on the horse . . . . . . . . . were there bells?