Solitude in Night

[R.C. KITCHENS]

Solitude in Night

The streetlight caught the falling snow
giving the dark a dream-like ambiance
the flakes kissed the ground and were consumed
though fatigued, they cast a shy glow
I dont know but without "the" it seems to read better.
on such a crisp perfect night
my companion chafed
their footsteps abused the soft white ground
their presence was a ghastly sight

I wanted to ponder the universe
an activity best done alone
but alone is something we never are
and with time it will only get worse

so we contemplated nothing
passing the same house again and againI would see how it reads without "and again"
“colony of parasites” I thought
that is the cynicism nighttime can bringI like this

I am up, and everyone else is down
that is what conjures my superiority
I alone walk the streets at night
watching the snow cover the town

I like the imagery it was a nice poem.