Lights Out

A short winter poem

Night snow in the city holds something of the sun,
Capturing all our little lights and sharing them
Freely, so freely, spread among the many snowflakes
Like winter’s golden Robin Hood.

Brief the winter’s form of tears combined with deathlike limbs
Compared (unfairly, maybe) with sweet petrichor
And briefer moments of rain accompanied by
Freshened lincoln greenery.

Far from the haze, the night snow of the country
Captures something of the moon. Pale and blue it shines,
Joyfully defying darkness’ melancholy
By the hours’ reclamation.