Sarah Craven

(Airedale, West Yorkshire)

Hallowed Winter Night


With every moment and every breath,
I held it close,
I dared not blink.
Breath froze beneath a starry mantle-
A starry mantle?
Or a cloudy dusting?
A kingdom too inconcievably small
Crunched beneath my buckled boots;
A thin sheen lay upon the road.
Slippy but smiling with a glacial moonlit glare,
And from gaseous flames held in shimmering frames
Casting gold into the sky-
An unnatural sky, so bright-
Delighted, I inhaled the frosty air;
It filled my lungs;
Filled... every corner.
Snowflakes danced around me
As Winter's Daughter waved my night away.
With a smile and a grin,
A festive cheer bubbled from within me,
On this hallowed winter night.

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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I came up with this on a winter evening some months ago.

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