A Poem A Day by Romilly Wilde

I wrote no letters in the snow—

The ink would freeze, the thoughts would go.

And yet each breath I send away

Feels like a word I meant to say.

The world is sealed in bitter white,

No postman dares, no birds in flight.

Still, let the silence reach you there—

For in it lives my truest care.

From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe