A Winters Eve

How cold and placid is the night,
How still and passive is its light.
Under lamps that softly glow,
An angels halo forms below.
Deep within her heart she sleeps,
Frozen among a windswept fleet
Of a blizzards crystals frail and white,
Landing, melting out of sight...

On a street where rivers cease,
To empty into gutters of peace,
Within our dreams they lay unmoved
And static like a great deluge
Or a legion of snowflakes piled and crushed,
So are we in our earthly rush
To wake to find our solstice of sight
Had not been shaken by Winters requite.

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How in the lamplight unremoved
Were all the past year’s ways unproved
So lit in phosphorescent display
Was every thing taken along the way
To this final gift of Winters grasp
As seasons were melting into the past
And in remembrance, there she stood:
Our angel of mercy bidding us good.

Come, follow her into the great New Year
Leave behind doubts in your cisterns of fear
For under these streets the rain washes clean
All the decay that ran forth to demean
Your hopes and dreams and all you held dear
Walk on the white frosted Winters new cheer
It sparkles for every reborn flake of expectation
And it sings with the hymns of a worlds recreation.