Nineseventeenpm In Chicago
nineseventeenPM on a winter's night asleep
wolf wind's a-whistlin' and a-howlin'
reaching under every blanket, every sheet
grasping shivering victims in dread's keep
Late spring or early summer, nineseventeenPM
resplendent sunlight's finally dimmed and darkened
though moments ago 'twas still radiant out west
time to head on in from porch or stoop
pre-midnight snack awaits, old-fashioned
homemade beet-borscht soup
nineseventeenPM in mid-Fall, Jack Frost's on the vine
of pumpkins large and small, candlelit smiles
greeting passersby … friendly faces masking
haunting sense that old man winter lurks nearby
nineseventeenPM in Chicago
Fore shadow of terror, or benign:
Evening's waning quickly now
~ Mark each hour's chime
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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