Sometimes at night
The way the lights hit the streets
Turn the town into candy,
Sometimes the snow
And the streetlights just know
How to react,
Take a walk with me sometime
I'll show you what I mean.
A nice stroll during a December night,
During a flurry while the cars are buried,
While snowflakes dance over us
In the beams from the posts,
We could stand in one of their spotlights
And see how the houses coat their
White driveways in ceiling-lit orange
As if a large creamsicle were melting.
Sometimes a little eggnog and rum
While chasing a sweetly lighted nor'easter
Holding someone's hand
Can grant a little more than a cold breeze
Like a memory, a soft colored winter
To spin in smiling, buzzed
Within the little drifts, giving
Little things to remember warmly.
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