Snowless Winter Nights

I sat looking out from my window,
out to dead grass and leaves,
bare trees and snow piles few,
stuck in the misery of,
snowless winter nights

With the darkness of the setting sun,
came a wood cracking cold,
so furious it froze the flakes in the air,
high above the ground,

More a thief than a weather pattern,
stealing the white beauty that made the cold,
just a little bearable,
and days more fun.
such is the plight of snowless winter nights,

I sat there pleading, hoping,
asking the sky,
to release a few flakes,
to let them fly,
to the end the cold tyranny of snowless winter nights,

But the morrow didn’t yield,
any new snow,
it was just more dirt and frozen mud,
stuck staring out a frozen window,
stuck watching a arctic autumn,
and no true winter,
a seasonal scorn, and a undue burden,
on the eyes, truly awful sights,

Such is the misery of snowless winter nights.