Passing by

on the road

the blackened shining windows

of houses lying—-still.

Abode of man

melding in with night-ness

creeping slowly

into silent sleep.

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What sight is this?

a brash of brilliant,

color splash electric

green and red bedazzled

string of shining lights

Here a reindeer Santa,

here a juggling Grinch

here a snowflake dancing on the roof.

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It seems a garish statement

amid the somber dark

to spark the night with lightning,

and make your little mark

on wakeless night.

A flash of arrogance—or brilliance

Which? I cannot say

but every passing driver

turns his head this way.

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And shouldn’t mankind be forgiven

if here in nature’s hall

where icy winds bite deep within

and bring the shiver-pall

we long to paint the darkness

with blips of blithely-ness

with romp, and splash of class and dash

that leaves our own

special mark

on winter shivers

while gangly shadows

close long nights

around our little

lights?

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