longest nite

1st day of winter
and the shortest day of the year
some find that dispiriting
me i love it

i love the cold
northern california cold
not canada cold
and arctic snow

when i left work this evening
a wind kicked up
blowing clean the cold dark air
and i was in love again

i wonder if there are any poems
that explore night in a way
i experience it
protected and enveloped

there are plenty of pieces
that experience terror of night
or that blurry fuzzy 3 a.m.
feeling of isolation

i mean for me
walking home in the dark
being awake in night
is a source of great pleasure

and comfort
i was doing my best to remember
any texts about night
that share my pleasure of the dark

i'm sure they exist somewhere