The heavy fog sets into the surrounding city.
A street lit by streetlights, hardly visible through the haze.
Frost begins to set onto any surface it can stick to.
A cold winter breeze rushes among the leaves between the tree's gaze.
The lull of the late hour relaxes the chilled soul.
The danger of slipping away swept any moment of bliss.
Were one unfortunate enough for the temperature to take its toll,
A hope is held that danger will subside by warmth's sweet kiss.
[ "Cold Night" - Written 15 December 2022 ]
The nights are getting colder and quieter.
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