Dream of Winter

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?