The decrescent moon rides high
in the night sky
Stealthily
the cold creeps down
The wet streets twinkle
frozen
ice covers pavements
careful, you'll slip
The moon's obscured
Lights become fuzzed
indeterminate shapes
swirl around
A distant reflection
on the sea nearby
the moon's back out
something has changed
A blanket of white covers
the streets,
pavements
and houses
Keeping us warm
in the night
nothing stirs abroad
the town sleeps
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