Snowing At Midnight
A dry, December snow,
full moon behind the clouds,
diffuse, silvery glow,
casts blue tint all around,
Road layered in bright white,
the plows yet to go past,
serene scene cannot last,
sparkle of Christmas lights.
There’s no life to be seen,
as if the world’s on pause,
just half-darkness and me,
watching powdery frost.
Austere ice, ageless, cold,
here and gone every year,
the brisk wind makes eyes tear,
a pale night, shrouded, old…
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