Darkness has fallen,
Snow, bandied about
by the wind, has settled.
Christmas lights in
windows and over doors
vie with tall streetlights.
Music softens the evening.
Day’s work complete. The
night watch is for dreams.
“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,”
~ Anne Bronté,
Best Poems of the Bronté Sisters
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