Mistakenly Human (Poetry)

Clean Start

During the night lightning crosses the sky,

Thunder crackles against the atmosphere,

A sliver of a glow; above so high,

Outside noises will seem to disappear.

Midst the bitter cold, streets have turned to lakes.

The land you once knew is covered in dew,

The night has no limits, changing color's hue.

Circle of winds, would it mind all that I take?

Glowing fire crosses the cold darkness,

A collage of primary colors mix.

Climate comes to change; warm the cold outside.

Light peers through, animals walk alongside.

Grass clean, air crisp, and birds begin to sing.

A clean start, the beauty morning brings.