Settling sun,
Going down the horizon,
Dazzling clouds,
Making shapes of someone.

Drooping light,
Urging dawn, past the hill;
A call for a dark night,
Where the time stand still.

Cold chills,
With a flakes of snow,
Fall softly on the skin,
Like a sweet blessings from above.

A winter moon,
With its twinkling stars,
Greet us all for peace,
Help to Counter all internal wars.

Returning grazers,
With a bell tied to their neck,
Tinkling all the way long,
Telling, it's time to forget all the heck.

People shutting their stalls,
Leading the way home,
Silence in the streets of the city,
The night, satiation for some,
And for some, a lost opportunity.

Snow covering the roofs,
Blocking the way out,
But a hope of the new morning sunlight,
Keep people bold, even in this plight.

© Brave soul