A February Night

Like an alley
The street hides between
Trees of brown rattling leaves
In the daring depths of dark.
The swirling wind above

Wrestles itself:
Spinning its airy way
Down the vacant road.

Aged rain water
Leaves its signature in mirror-like puddles
On the unpure pavement
And in the mind I call mine.

I fake possession of solitary sight
Enough to spot them
In light's absence.

I playfully splash one:
Shattering its glassy stillness
To beg Childhood's charming return to me.

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I am a current undergraduate student working toward a career as a professional astronomer and poet., I have been writing poems by hand, and by typing, since before college. Each year brings me closer to publishing them.

Last updated June 17, 2011