Late in the night walking thro’ a snow filled field
Windy winter wild night, clear and cold
The moon is bright and the sun is afield
Light as day and dark as night I behold
A wondrous beauty of winter’s revealed.
There’s nothing quite like a clear winter’s night
The land is quite quiet as if in a great slumber
Over a fresh blanket of snow moon reflects light
No chirping from insects and no birds chatter
Thought of my beauty Bela, wish was here to-night
Reaching my cabin, saw a horse tied to the post
Perhaps close familiar friend has come for a visit
Oh, there was my Bela, all red and hot almost
I almost rushed to huddle around the fire to bit
The cold till the early hours of the morn engrossed.
* Nox is the Roman Goddess of Night
Contest: Any Poem Goes by P.D.