Sound Thinking

The temperature dropped like a stone –
Which made me think
That invisible, freezing rocks must be
Falling from the sky
So I should stay inside.

But no. I wondered instead if could hear
All the pebbles and rocks along the road
Shrinking in their skins
With the same silence as ice
Cracking from cold.

Or maybe down at the beach sand
Might be singing, the way it does in summer,
Except Christmas Carols and Auld Lang Syne.
Hard to hear much over
The sound of the ocean shivering,

The waves coming in
And stamping their feet,
As they try to shake off
This North Atlantic chill
Just down from Labrador.

For The Twiglets

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