Snow banked over the steps
of the summer theater,
its bells silent as bats.

Hydrangeas draped
with white lights
and soft brittle flowers.

Stars follow their cold roads
above the clouds.
I cannot stop the snow.

Lights from the windows
pattern the outdoor trees
with the ghosts of owls.


This entry was posted in Seasons.

2 comments on “WALKING AT NIGHT

  1. Genie says:

    Mary, this is as lovely!. Though we can’t stop it, and I complain about it sometimes, there are so many beautiful things to see and experience in and with the snow that we can’t in other seasons, and you’ve just crafted some of them as gently as the snow falling just now. Thank you for the reminders 🙂

  2. Meg says:

    Ooooo, lovely!

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