From Winters' Nights

Below the sky, in the

Fog;

The sky is dark, with

No stars.

It's fog with cool 

Breez,

I want it to cease.

The white light of the

House in front of me,

Seems like the moon,

Seems like it'll be here

Very soon.

That light like ice,

Bright, fresh and white

& a bit cold.

I want to write 

Something bold.

Why is my pen like a call

On a phone,

Is on hold.

It's full of ink…

Wait…why my heart,

Just now, give my

Mind a blink.