Night and Day
I’ll tell you something: nighttime
is different than the day.
The snow flurries in haphazard
patterns like gnats drunk
on honeysuckle. I have to squint
to see these frozen dots–small
and bleak–against the concrete
sky. Oh but yesterday, as I crossed
the street at eventide, I could have sworn
a million stars were falling.
~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013