The world looked wild
This late at night
Trees darkly bleak
Against all that white
Frigid air stops
As though God hit pause
No sound comes through
This bitter Oz

No animal
Civilized or wild
Stirs the night
Opaquely bright
All in all, how strange!
What creatures could exist?
In this field so light
In this dead of night

Both life and death
Must wait for dawn
To break the song
I step back in
To the warmth of home
Cozy orange, a beacon
Against the winter’s tone
I curl up amidst
My comforter of white
Where I dream
Of that cold, bleak sight