I dream of a night without dawn
One where blizzards and snowstorms and meteor showers
Make it suffocatingly bright.
I dream of black days after black days
Strung together with moonlight
As delicious as popcorn balls
And planetary light as fat and round
As ornaments strung up on a pine.
The dream of dark nights whispers to me
On the cold, damp wind whistling through
Cracks in the windows
And the gaps of deciduous trees.
Is there a promise on the snow flurrying about?
Am I discerning words that say the dark night will come
And bring bitter cold, blazing stars, and burning fires?
Or is the wind just muttering again?
Dreaming just like me?
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Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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Comments (4)
Reading your poem on a snowy day is even better! Great job.
Very unique and helps one see that you like the winter season.
Crisp & cold. Beautiful visuals. Applicable to many many things.
Each line of this was amazing, I can’t pick a favourite. It was so alluring start to finish!