Snowflakes jitter
around the street light
before touching the ground
They weep on the wet pavement
reflect the glittering orange
resemble the sunset glow
in my heart of cascading blue
Mountain of hard work
seem trite effort
despite his promising words
Success isn’t all there is to life
Money shouldn’t define success
Alter ego scolds me for being in blue
Our soldiers are dying in foreign land
Homeless are suffering in the cold
Everyone endures blue now and then
except some lucky ones
With him on night shift
I walk over a friend’s for a chat
chase away the nefarious blue
Winter night deepens in silence
embracing the worries
Bid a goodnight to all the sufferers
of this blue winter night
dream bright

(by Byung A. Fallgren)