WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

The snow is falling.

Flakes float to the ground.

A hush falls across the city.

Few cars dare to brave the roads.

Too soon for building snowmen.

Footsteps have yet to marr

The white surface.

A white blanket.

Sparkling clean.

The city is refreshed.

Its sins covered.

A rebirth.

THE NIGHT

quietmoodygirl: benjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.


The night is here.
The moon creeps forth
through the thick maze of clouds.
The stars sparkle in the dark
blanket of sky.
Welcome the dark shadows.
The night walkers.
The dreamers.
The ghosts of past years.
Those who walk the earth
in the dead of night.
Welcome night creatures.
All who are brave enough
to face the night.
For the night is here to stay.