I took a lonely winter stroll,
muffler and hat repelled the cold,
but warm houses stood all in a row,
looking through shaded eyes on snow.

I heard the soft laughter from inside,
as figures communed in family pride,
and through lace curtains neatly parted,
were faces smiling and light hearted.

I missed the company the further I went,
only open fields as the town was spent.
Missing them, I reversed to return
but no longer saw the shaded lights burn

On crusty snow,my footsteps fleet,almost
woke the quiet slumbered street,
like a sacrilege of Morpheus's rite,
at 11 o'clock on a cold winter's night.

02/03/2002

Posted on 02/03/2002
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