A dark winters night in an unknown part of town,
Treading slowly through the snow my problems weigh me down
A lonely lightbulb flickers in a lamp around the bend,
While a sudden sense of peace is felt I cannot comprehend.
Feeling lighter, the veil is raised, as moonlight fills the sky,
Glowing snow under contrast lights; a blissful sight up high
Daylight comes as it melts the snow and I see my streetlight bare,
Relieved of stress, peace takes hold -- a feeling that is rare.
Cleansing Places
I have a character, Cash Talks, who walks the streets. He knows such haunts, we all find them, eventuallly - soothing writing this, I like the way streetlights kiss newly fallen snow - Lady A