Winter Nights

Cold, clear nights,
stars like pasted snowflakes
glitter in the dark;

Or storm-roiled,
black as primeval times
when only a fire torch
lit the cobbled path;

Or last night,
when the cloud-thick sky
opened a small dome
above us, vagabonds
watching the moon shine.

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