We say night is so
Sweet
Yet where else do we
Miss
Being able to see
Autumn and winter
More?
I will always trade in
City lights
For a single tree
Colored with fire
Better than the black
Nighttime delivers
I love more the
Ash laid to gutters
Dead leaves
More wonderful
Than these
Clockwork streets
Night strikes every day
But the best seasons
Only have half a year
That I can see
Still night infects
November’s time
But I love to see the breeze
Cold as can be but
By the frozen sun
I can see the quiet trees
Consume Reality! 