Monday, 21 January 2013

silver snow, evergreen and the night sky.

a cup of sweet tea
under the midnight moon
seemed to cure my soul, 
of its restless moody gloom
sipping whilst treading below
on a sheet of silver-specked snow
an ethereal glow, emanates from
the shimmering floor, 
bird shadow 
against the night sky
and the shrieking cry
of a lonely fox
the white flakes 
cling to evergreens 
eternity seems 
ever present 
Further above, 
a streak of purple
and a pool of stars so bright 
the London sky, 
looks beautiful tonight