grey horse pulls worn red carriage,
velvet dressed; chipped paint
clatter of the harness
snow falls in lofty chunks
mixed with stormy undercurrents
oh, but the city is so quiet
darkness lands like a lullaby
carts that smell of butter and espresso leave
still but white sidewalks
glitter sits upon black iron lamp post
as even small critters find warmth
you are burrowed next to me
it is true that we do not live forever
but perhaps these moments
make us eternal