Nightdrift
All of the colored lights
glistens
of Winter.
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for me - lantern-like,
in the tar-darkness
of the
the thought of a celebration in brightness.
Stark
are dark
and the holiday
no more. Dismiss
is the landscape
Invent some new
mythology
to be borne in this shadowy Lent
Let it gather me far to a clearing, and there
sparkling eyes
amid bramble and sight
of thorn.
let me catch an occasional glimpse
stars.