December 6th

the fog draws patterns

with the long stretch

of dimming streetlights

here and there in the distance

an empty spot

where a light has gone out

like portals

to the unrelenting darkness

every house keeps fighting

with seasonal lights

and candles on windowsills

especially today

when we don't so much party

but remember and honour

and stop to appreciate

that this cold, dark corner

in its beauty not everyone sees

is ours