‘Winter Whispers’ by Carter Davis Johnson

Upon a winter’s evening,
The sun sits out of sight,
While all the stars are dreaming,
I peer into the night.

My footsteps slowly falling,
The silence they do break.
I hear a soft voice calling,
A voice, a voice opaque.

I bend my ear to listen.
What do the whispers say?
The moonlight twirls and glistens,
While fighting off the day.

The voice grows ever bolder.
At last I know who lends.
A warmth begins to smolder.
I’ll hold her once again.

Carter Davis Johnson is an English major and cadet at the Virginia Military Institute. He grew up in Roanoke, Virginia.