Winter Day
That night he awoke and saw a half moon amid long, white clouds
That had soaked up the moonlight and themselves glowed in the night sky
Like soft, white firelogs
Like luminous dirigibles
There was snow in the grass, not much more than a heavy frost
And it, just like the clouds, made the moonlight its own.
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It the morning he walked out into the first day of winter
The grey and black of late autumn gone
And the sky cold, bright blue
And the snow in the grass
And the biting breeze
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And he thought of old Christmas
And of coasting down steep hillsides on an orange disk
And running home
Soaked outside with melted snow and inside with sweat.
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And he longed for a letter from some long neglected friend
And for the old music, the cornier, the better
And for lights, red and blue
Copyright 2015
Great Poem.
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