even in the snow she comes
her voice pecking holes in the dark shade of night
'can't sleep; can't sleep'
     cries the prophet
sounds like black on black in here
            tick tock
                    goes the clock
     too many voices within my dear
wish the white blanket outside
could fall
              down
it's quiet magic on my mind
if nothing else
      there's always this
the calming silence of winter's kiss

"what ** - what **"
                        the raven cries
in the middle of the dark,
stand I