Magenta sun sets behind the pine tree

from the corner of my bedroom window.

All is quiet here this January.

The cat snuggles up against my pillow.

Dusk brings colors magnified in winter

when stars begin to hang like ice sickles.

The indigo night begins to enter

and softly from its corner tickles

Venus and Saturn near the ringed moon.

Come, O winter night to bless our slumber.

From your vast horizon–a silent tune.

May our dreams be light and unencumbered.

O chilly winter, rise and cast your spell.

In your long night of perfect sleep–a silent knell.