Cold Nights

   Cascading light, shivering cold,
snow falling through the barren trees.
Sometimes I just feel so old,
as if many years have gone and I've just been told.
Snowflakes flutter and fall on the breeze.
   Night falls, the moon casts
silver shadows on the crisp, white,
snow. From the window, the trees look like masts
on imaginary ships. Sleep comes like cats
tiptoeing through the bright, cold, night.
   A secret hideaway, hidden in the snow,
only footprints show the way to our place.
No one can tell, because they don't know,
we won't say, our sleds in tow.
By the fence, tucked away, that's our space.
   Silver leaves still hang from the old,
crestfallen trees. A time for everything,
summer is so very hot, winter is so very cold,
spring is flowers, autumn leaves of gold.
Their beauty and grace makes the whole world sing.