Leaning with the door to pull it shut,
Peering wearily at stairs that the ice had cut.
Ice was in the air. And under every street light
It darted, like a shoal of silver fish, might.
With each step taken, the frost would bleed away
Marking time to the ground, next to what still lay
The cold, made it quiet. Burnt briefly by a laugh,
Throaty with wonder, seeing what it might have.
Looming vast was the night sky over all,
Everything below expected snow to fall
Walking alone, under rare disarray,
I was swept up and sunken away.