An easy silence, thick and quiet
No words and stories told
Walking through the forest
Cold and shivers creeping in
The smoky powder filling the sky
The trees bare, combed away by the wind
Chill rushing through without a light
A lonely place to walk alone
The bitter cold numbing the skin
The only kind of bare you can see
World draining in snow
Hearing only the statics
The frozen heart bumping
Working on its own sabotage
A beautiful disaster
Covered in an avalanche of emotions
Between the woods and frozen lake.
(Last line taken from the poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost)
The cold imagery of this poem is refreshing in the middle of summer! I like the atmosphere you establish in the first line.