Winter Nights

February 8, 2010
By Anonymous

Lonely, the sounds in the dead of night,
Cold, the sparks from the streetlamp light,
The threat, and the promise, of ice in the air,
Hard, lonely beds made up with such care,
And deep, the cold, that pierces the heart,
like a devil's arrow, a frozen dart,
And whispering down from the north, the snow,
that blankets the sun
And makes frigid its glow.

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