requiem, op. 128 : through the streetlamp’s glow

and through the streetlamp’s glow,

in view, the light flight of snowflakes fell.

in late fall,  early darkness draws

and finds a friday evening crowd –

the hurry home traffic speeding on by,

headlights bright,  tail light sights.

and in such,  under a quick hurried walk,

the brown leaves of an autumn past still crunch.

the newly night air swirls,

and blows steady,

whistling through the newly naked tree branches.

the smell of a wood fire smoke softly waltzes through the silence of  a cold chilling air.

up the front steps and through the front door,

a soft illumination in the Christmas tree,

softly lights up the darkened room –  holiday cheer vision.

the fireplace fire slowly grows warm and roars,

all the while, the record player needles the Christmas tunes

remembering the early childhood wishes of Santa Claus glimpses.

sitting in front of the fire,

as memories drift by, in and out

in between the sips of eggnog tasted –

thoughts swim in a pool under a palmtree shade.

standing in front of the frosted window,

the snow falls heavier and now blankets the ground.

oh!  a silent night it is!! the crackle of the fire,

the hissing of a burning piece of firewood.

the evergreen trim entwines with the pictures that sit on top of the mantel.

through the streetlamp’s glow

hypnotically gazing,

in view, the light flight of snowflakes fell.

in the chair,  in front of that warm toasting fire.

there,  in a midnight dimming firelight,

slumber covers,

and delivers a requiem in an opus like dream,

seamlessly unforgotten.

waking in the light of an early morning gray sky,

and through the streetlamp’s glow,

in view, the light flight of snowflakes fell.

and in such,  under a quick hurried walk,

the brown leaves of an autumn past still crunch.

the crackle of the fire,

the hissing of a burning piece of firewood.

the trim of evergreen that entwines with the pictures that sit on top of the mantel.

c. 2014  bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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