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December night,

warm and bright inside.

Fresh arroz on the table,

Peas, so delicious, make it

stable.

Baked pollo, spicy shrimp,

outside the snowflakes

fall.

A large white cake, sprinkled

with snowy sugar and

sparkles.

A happy family birthday.

and

Silence Has a Sound

Though you don’t notice for all the

noise around,

Silence has a sound.

The whisper-roaring you hear,

Every time you put a shell to your ear.

The Hush-shush of skis on snow,

The shifting of an ice flow.

Marching ant feet,

making something, to them, so sweet.

The pop, pop, pop of an octopus underwater.

The clip-clop , clip-clop of a relentless

horse trotter.

The crash-clang-bang of a fight with

swords,

The power of a few words.

The scritch-scratch of a pen,

Telling not where but when.

Silence is made up of all the

sounds in the world,

Curled

In on its self.

Silence has a sound.

Silence has a sound,

the world ’round.