The Sight I Like

Like a low hanging ceiling,
softly lit and threatening collapse,
the winter clouds were both peaceful
and ominous.

Mirroring fog that reflects
electric light, easing the grip of
the murk and dark of early night
that surrounds us.

Edgeless shards, flaking from the whole,
tumbling down and scattering in
the false warmth of iron candles
that never melt.

I like to walk in this new world,
a fresh white slate, never blank for long
when I turn around and see me
as I once was.

I wrote the first stanza of this last October, but I wasn't able to finish or even add on to it since then. Then one day in Creative Writing, I rearranged what I had into smaller lines and the ideas popped into my head.

After some tweaking, chopping and reworking of the stanzas (along with a deadline) I have what I believe to be the final product up there.

It has a lot of imagery and an overall sense of tranquility that usually comes with winter nights, so I think it's effective at evoking the feeling of quiet frosty night. I may not like winter and snow as much as I used to, but I can still appreciate falling snow. As long as it's gone soon.