musings on winter’s nights

It is a quiet night, the air is still.

The chill of winter touches each pane.

Under a streetlight's gentle beam,

snowflakes twirl in a silent dance.

The street lies muted,

a figure moves slowly.

His steps quietly crunching

in the blanket of snow.

What is this echo

of a forgotten ache

that stirs my heart,

making it fluster?

Why does my mind drift

to a southern place

where magnolias bloom

in ornate bunches?

Petals soft

against dark green leaves,

a scene of spring

that warms the thoughts.

These snowflakes drift in gentle arcs.

From darkness they come,

to darkness return.

Within me a sudden start,

and swells and soars to every part?

As winter's grip tightens,

spring seems distant.
Yet in my soul, there shines a star.

A silent hope in the frost's embrace,

of warmer days and kinder space.

The snow keeps falling, night wears on.

In my thoughts, a springtime dawn.

Though winter reigns with icy hands,

in dreams of bloom,

my heart still stands.

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