Inclement Weather Poem by William B. Deutscher

Quarter past four of the morning darkly,
Sleet taps outside and a dream awakens me.

I can't quite remember the dream now,
Although I know you were in it somehow.

I think I dreamed of meeting you out there,
Lost in the hard black freezing air.

But this was just a dream that faded in bed,
Leaving only fragments of thought instead.

At the beginning of another ice-slapped winter day,
I lie in bed thinking of my dream that's gone away.