Darkness never comes on winter nights—
Never truly;
The snow illuminates the streets,
A midnight dawn.
I might walk along pillowed road,
Down icy hill
And sit under gas station lights
Where Big Sis burns
Cigarettes and Angled Angie
Winks warm maybes;
Where brown water is called coffee,
Loneliness, friends;
Or back again up snowy mound
Where wood-by homes
Hold up the mountains and the moon,
And snow sticks long,
And a yellow room thrills at my
Slow homecoming,
Filled with a sun-sick happiness
And glow stick song.
But though I know you wait for me in light,
I’ll pass once more,
and walk the winter night.
(2017? Rev. 2025)
