Here there is no one
Blank expanse consuming all around
Only you can hear your heart run.

A naked light from the sun
Beams as snow waltzes to the ground.
Here there is no one.

A robin flutters by after a day’s done.
The thick blanket absorbs the sound.
Only you can hear your heart run.

Colourless exile of beauty, stuns
as numbing cold in your fingers is found,
here there is no one.

Red berries tease the creatures for fun,
whilst a fox slinks by having escaped the hounds.
Only you can hear your heart run.

Grass peeks through all snow and none,
As rabbit’s footprints lead to powdered mounds.
Here there is no one.

Branches heavy with snow stand crown’d.
Any memory of civilisation is drowned.
Here there is no one.
Only you can hear your heart run.

Categories: PoetryTags: creative writing, poem, Poetry