Winter Night

Outside the wind curls around the trees

like a scarf on my neck

The cold creeps across the fields

and burrows into the ground

I peer into the dark room,

lit only by a few dying embers in the fireplace

A flickering glow rises and falls in the coals

shadows dance across the walls

I sense the looming snowflakes

soon to flutter over the grass

Turning the blackness into a chilled grey canvas,

reflecting the moon’s pale glow

The windows rattle and gently moan

as if they grow tired

Nearly frozen by the night

waiting for the radiant beams of the dawn

to melt away the frost

I lie still in my bed

clinging tight to the blankets that surround me

Hiding from winter,

lost in the darkness,

hoping for the Spring that will not soon come

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