Written February 13,2010

I look out in awe 

at the beautiful gloom

A picture so pretty 

painted by whom?

Trees that once blew 

stand dreadfully still

being held hostage 

by the dark midnight chill

The air crisp and quiet

nature sleeps tonight

and pulls up her blanket 

of sparkling snow and ice

The moon watches now

an unyielding endeavor 

In empty, starless skies

where night is forever

The sun is a thief

That steals away night

and imposes color

on what's black and white

Early dancing shadows 

indicate the end

until sun surrenders

and evening descends