"Minnesota Sleeps Beneath a Quilt of Silence”
by Alan J Winters
The wind carves elegies in the snowdrift’s spine,
each gust a ghost of prairie time
frost etching lace on windowpanes,
like memory’s breath on glass.
Cardinals flare like embers in bare trees,
red sparks against the hush of white.
Boots crunch through ice
a rhythm of resilience,
each step a vow to endure.
Moonlight spills silver across frozen fields,
where silence blooms like wildflowers
beneath the aurora’s spectral dance
green ribbons tangled in the cosmos,
entangled like hearts across distance.
Minnesota sleeps beneath a quilt of silence,
stitched with sled tracks and chimney smoke,
where childhood laughter echoes
in the crystalline hush of dusk.
Each flake a whisper from the sky’s cold heart,
falling not to bury, but to bless
a transformation in stillness,
a journey wrapped in frost