Nocturnal

Blackened carpets of night
sweeping daylight -
like a broom:
brushing palettes of lightness astray

Fallen snowflakes
scatter in land of darkness
thickened, crisped layers
piercing
    chill in dead of midnight

The park is muted silence
naked trees swaying in their sleep;
flowers like cicadas:
in seasonal hibernation
Squirrels hidden in mists of warmth
And owls' concerto has long ended
    for the Winter Queen has taken her realm

Yet, in scattered corners
lay a universe of nocturnal owls:
singing to cappuccinoes;
as if a sweet cure
entrap in computers' paradoxical addictions:
enslave in torture chamber of work,
or enchant in its' endless brevity?

Lighthouses shimmer in their 24 hour shifts:
a guiding star -
relieving the mudane oxymorons of
nocturnal night owls

Welcome to midnight's frozen silence:
The midnight galore