Portland City Lights

From a distance, they flicker - swirling like magic in the cold air

in awe, I stare.

Provoking delicate thoughts, creating songs in my head

readying my weary mind for bed.

A story exists in each twinkle, unending

accentuated by vagueness of sprinkles beginning.

Breath like smoke, common at last...

fall's in bloom, summer is past.

Ideas churning, lids lose sight

Goodnight.