I posted this once before, and since I have nothing new, I post it again.
Poem of the Night
The streets are gleaming tonight
as if a million stars were brought to earth,
flattened into urban mirrors
under lamp posts reflecting
an empty nothingness.
It is a dull mid-winter night,
straining towards spring
with all intention of leaching
the dying season’s
last insult, unleashing it
upon mankind’s discomfort
one more time.
“A foggy day in London town”
Is what I think when I look down
This cotton-wool streetscape,
But that has tune and purpose,
And this muted stillness has none.
The rain left a muffling fog,
Mercifully erasing stark bones
of tree limbs reaching to the sky
Black beggars on seasonal parade.
there is a strange beauty to the night,
Transforming what was common,
Dissolving borders, barriers, dimensions,
Making a mirage, an alien oasis.
Heavy mists swirl around the ground,
Lift past the unfocused light
combine with the creeping gloom
And turn a hand to pale mystery.
Copyrighted, 2011, 2012