The Stillness

ONE SINGLE IMPRESSION
http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/
suggested the prompt

THE STILLNESS

( The present snow in England)

The voice on the telephone

Sounded a world away.

Which it was.

'I'm looking out at the Channel' he said.

'Everything is quiet.

The roads are closed.

Everything is still'.

*

And I could see it,

 Remember it,

Re-paint the picture in my mind.

Snow by the  English Channel.

The snow of my childhood.

*

Snow makes the dark light

And the light dark.

The sky is leaden and solid.

The world is light, airy

And not of this world.

The sea draws a grey line

Between the two.

*

But it is the stillness

That I remember most.

The utter muffling

Of all sound.

A white deafness.

An enchantment.

*
Maybe I shall never see snow again.
But I shall remember it,
Whenever I am still.
---------------------------------------------------------------------

A POETRY OF PINES

Pines.

 The trees of Fairy Tale.

*

It was along paths such as this that

 Hansel and Gretel

Strewed their crumbs.

*

No doubt 

Little Red Riding Hood

Collected pine cones

To add to Grandmother's basket

From a such a path.

*

Goldilocks

Smelt the scent of resin

As she wandered along

On her way to meet

The Three Bears.

*

Hobgoblins, Elves,

And even Ogres

Have inhabited pine forests

In the North.

*

Pine Forests

Grow deep in our collective consciousness.

They permeate our Folk Lore.

*

Stand, alone,

In a pine forest.

Smell the scent,

Touch the bark,

Gaze upwards at the sky-piercing tree-tops.

Crunch the fallen needles

Under your feet.

*

And you will understand why.

*