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