Rocky Mountain Winter Poem by babylon patrol

Rocky Mountain Winter



The Northwind blows the clouds
through the dark-blue sky,
the pale & distant sunlight
is about to die.

Endless winter-night,
sink down outside,
snow-white darkness:
shine silent & bright.

I hide in my being,
I light my own light.
Alone I am happy –
whether day or night.

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