In the dark of night

this poem I'm composing

by candle light

 

The winter storm

with ice and snow

There's no power to see

but by the candle's glow

 

Branches are torn form the tree

By the wind and weight of ice

Threatening, vindictive

yet beautiful, nice

 

By the light of day

Everything glows

The icycles on the landing

the hordes of snow

 

In twilight though

the beauty's still there

under the dark, cold

Moonlight's stare

 

 

March 2002