Winter Party

The chill blue sky
The hills dark
Such an azure horizon
Streets running wet
As winter rains flow
Below the hawthorn trees
Clusters of
Falling, fermented
Red berries
(those that are left
from the drunken
feasts of finches
and robins)
The artificial lights of the house
this festive light
that counters
the failing light
Of iced horizons
Of refrigerated skies
and hills
the dark
the damp
The drunken feasts of
Folks seeking light
Staving off
The cold winter rains
That fall within
and without

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