Poetry Wednesday – Streetlights & Snow; Part II – The Poem

The soft golden halo glowing in the night is warm without warmth

I stare into it

trying to memorize its look and feel so I can capture it in writing

The spindly, spiky grey-black branches

intertwined and graceful in the glow of the streetlight

The dancing, swirling snow

a single moving veil in one moment

tiny, separate flakes the next

I have to focus my gaze slightly away from the falling, flying snow to see them as individuals

In this moment there is only me and the streetlights and the snow