”sleet against the windowpane
or maybe a mouse in the wall…
I listen…
but silence knows no direction
outside,
heavy pine boughs,
deep in the woods
so quiet, so still
a deer steps
inside, warm,
the sound of a cat's paw
disturbs very little
as it hunts in a dream
silent as sleet’’
— “Silent Solstice (Winter Becomes Maine),’’ by Denis Dunn
