Winter night

The decrescent moon rides high
in the night sky
the cold creeps down

The wet streets twinkle
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,
and houses

Keeping us warm
in the night
nothing stirs abroad
the town sleeps

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