BUILDINGS IN the SNOW
Buildings blue
pink, yellow, orange
and white in
a row, and it is
snowing.
At midnight
they seem to hover
in the dark,
and snow glows
in the sky
and on the ground.
No telling
if they are all alone.
Perhaps,
they are facing
neighbors.
The blue building,
teal and curtain-less,
abandoned,
and yet freshly painted.
The pink house
is decorated
with pretty lights
in swag fashion.
An orange church
is between
the pastel yellow
and large white home.
Its windows are stained
in saintly colors; its steeple
like praying hands.
The windows seem to twinkle.
And the steeple invites
those who find themselves
in the darkness; and
the lights are
on the verge of welcome.
We know nothing
of the townsfolk.
They are sleeping
as the pleasant snow,
fluffy white
hides its beauty
until morning light.
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