Painting A Winter Night

11/8/2012

Painting A Winter Night

We know too well the ways of the winter wind,

We know the snow,

We know huddled, shivering bushes,

The naked-legged trees, the yore of shrubs,

The whitening of grass.

We know the clear and cloudless, starfull skies

(The clouds do migrate away)

And vivid dreams untold or put on hold,

That were or weren’t, anyway.

We know that snow always is,

But is it not beautiful tonight just to be

(Above the snow)?

There is no reason not to stand in a once wistful winter,

Below cloudless stars, among the living sheet

And sheer dreams.