On Such a Night – II
It’s winter
and the snow is on the ground.
It’s winter and
the trees are standing bare –
Except for
conifers, whose darkened forms
Are draped
with star-like lights as Christmas nears.
It’s winter
and I’m walking home at night.
And though
it’s freezing, since the wind is down,
I’m snug in
layers, topped with hoods and caps,
And warm
from trundling home my daily load.
The solstice
nears – and nights are long indeed,
But all
tonight is still and wonderful.
And even I,
who longs for tropic balm,
Am walking
slow, by winter’s spell entranced.
It’s winter
and the night is cold and clear.
A moon, near
full, is shining in the sky.
Ah – on such
a night, I’d like to breathe
The heady
air – and then to quietly die.
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