The Clock Reads
11:08pm on Christmas Eve
The wind howls
And tears over the snow covered landscape
Buffeting the brown stalks
Of dried weeds
Whose heads reach up
Out of the snow
A last gasp for air
In a failed attempt
To live
Trees stand
Dark figures in the night
To obstruct the winds path
A half moon shines
Through faint wisps
Of silvery clouds
To add light
To the nights darkness
The orange glow
Of a single streetlight
Contends
With the silver moonlight
No living creatures to be seen
The wind picks up force
As the clock now reads
11:14pm
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