Everywhere's Winter

This was my first poem for Contemporary American Poetry in the Spring 2008 semester.

Everywhere's Winter

Silence is usually golden, but
has turned to an angelic white.
Red fogs across the muffled sky,
and moonlight the shade of periwinkle gives
a different shade to all that lies as shadows.
Speckles appear only in lights’ eyes, and
then in ours for the duration of a fluttering lash;
and for the time that the chill saturates our skin,
the chill outside seems much the same
as everything freezes to a healthy glow.