Christmas is almost upon us, and today the Commonwealth celebrates with the first annual Ugly Christmas Sweater Party. And though Winter itself may not yet have sprung upon the city with full force, it is most definitely in the air. Fires are warmer, nights are darker, and the clouds are swelled with the hint of snow.
Winter Night
It is quiet tonight,
all in cotton cold gown,
for the trees, they are silent;
they let their tongues down,
and the prodigal birds
winged their way for the sun.
It is quiet, and I?
I’m the quietest one.
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