Winter Has Stolen the Night

Winter has stolen the night, A world I have always known, is lost in a blanket of snow, .... with recognition adrift, and thrown tossed away in the endless white I gaze over landscapes, whitewashed in the moonlight Strange bittersweet etchings of silver starlight Trees reaching high, with wild naked limbs, Each branch empty handed, their twigs opened wide grasping for snow flakes...or something to find Something familiar, that's been left behind Drifts growing higher, while icicles glimmer distorting the mirrors of stars from the night I know that the moon is hiding, somewhere, caught in the winter's snow of sleep Bemused are the clouds while obscuring the light, disguising the image we once knew at sight My world flickers dim, bleaching the ground, Taking my breath, until all words are gone I cannot recall, I cannot rewind, all the old music that I've known so well I strain to hear where summer dwelled, too thin to be recalled Where all the autumn leaves once fell Where seasons green wore flowered hills They must disappear, with each thing we have known, Bleached by the moon, until they are pale Stars then will spin, and seasons will dim But, then all the reasons for believing begins .... Winter has stolen the night, tonight, and the world I've always known is l o s t .... in the sparkling snow, adrift in the timeless wind. _______________________________________________________ Written for contest: A Winter Poem Judged 12/4/16 Resubmitted for Contest: 2/6/17 Form G or N/A Sponsor: Broken Wings