A shadow
consults the night
lonely image
rising and falling
in pools of cold street light

moving figure
clothed in silence
measuring loneliness
between the warmth of windows
lit by the lives behind them

there is comfort
in the dedicated clearings
that front these houses
neatly uncovered pavements
carefully turned snow

but hour by minute
a winter form grows colder
until the warmth
of melancholy
grows cold itself.