Dark streets, Street Lights

Voices saying ‘Good night’

Dark skies, Empty lanes

The rumbling of the day’s last train.

Smoke rising from chimney pots,

Crowds gathering at hot nightspots,

The cough and splutter of the night bus,

As it fades away with a ruckus.

The pounding music of the local disco,

Drowned out by the cheers from the late night bingo,

As the night settles under a heavy fog,

The barking from the neighbours watchdog.

Then the pitter-patter of something light,

Caught in the yellow glow of a car’s headlight,

Soft, white, spinning gently by,

Hundreds and hundreds, falling out of the sky.

In a minute the town is covered in snow,

Glistening and white under the street lights glow,

Piling up against houses and on windowsills,

Covering the entrance to the neighbours anthill.

As a blanket of silver are thrown over trees,

The temperature drops to minus two degrees,

As people hurry homeward, trudging through the snow,

A lonely rabbit darts back to his burrow.

As the kids clamber to the window,

To get a quick glimpse of the falling snow,

The dancing  shadows as people pass,

Returning home from evening class.

Suddenly the streets are cleared of people,

And the town glitters like a giant diamond,

As a merry silence shrouds the town,

As if the angels were looking down.

As the snow glitters like a blanket of diamonds,

Covering the mainland and the highlands,

And as the sun begins to rise,

They melt away from glowing skies.

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I wrote this poem to enter in a competition but I ended up passing the deadline.
Hope you enjoy and feel free to criticize.
Its my first attempt at writing good poetry so I hope you like it!

updated Nov 12 '11 by Arwen.Scott