A Night Unlike Others

There's no bizarre wind That disperses the frozen clouds, And yet every naked tree Makes horrendous sounds; No stars rise from the dark sea, lmoonlight is absent, it feels cold. The reefs aren't of soft silver, They miss the moody moon Over the deserted lagoon And the harsh wind of winter; Many unhappy lovers Stare from lit windows covered with glittering frost... They dream of pretty snow And chestnuts that roast To uplift a spirit that's low. It's a frigid October night, Cymnies puff with smoke, Infants cling to mothers: Tender and gracious scenes That even Rafael would love To paint by dim candlelight. If his interest is rather small, Prospective may also fail; His work of ideas so genial will be put off for days, And instead of painting graceful and divine faces, unwillingly he'll paint those Cast In the depths of Hell If this is a night unlike others, Why wolves hide in dark caves And refuse to gather fleeing The spectral darkness that makes Their skin shiver under warm fur. Perhaps they feel lost thinking Of the adventure it won't spur, Of the howling that won"t occur. Then all fearful humans might plot Including me who terribly shakes Wishing that no October night Would allow the presence of demons, Of creepy creatures that seem myths. Written on 10/6/2016