Candles glow against
the white lace patterns.
Frost has formed on the
smooth window panes.
The winter solstice arrived
without any notice.
It is the dead of winter
and rightly so.
A season of lights
has evolved from
this darkness.
Strung from the rooftops
and evergreen boughs,
multicolored illuminations
surrounding the windows.
Keeping the chill away.
All are asleep as you
sit by your window.
In the early black morning
you set a candle ablaze.
You stare all alone in into
the snow covered darkness,
until you see down the
street, another candle is born.
The emptiness of the night
stares through the window,
leaving you to wonder
if the sun will return.
Huddled together we
hold hope in our hearts.
Looking for lights
in the darkness outside.
The End
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