Amateur poetry time again!
Sidney: A December Evening
The wind howls fiercely down the winter streets;
The cold grey rain upon the pavement beats;
Above me flying trees ablaze with light
Sail off into the restless clouds of night,
And by the shops that spill their light below,
Dark huddled figures hurry to and fro;
Beneath the dark'ning sky above the quay
A line of white stars marches to the sea.
The wind howls fiercely down the winter streets;
The cold grey rain upon the pavement beats;
Above me flying trees ablaze with light
Sail off into the restless clouds of night,
And by the shops that spill their light below,
Dark huddled figures hurry to and fro;
Beneath the dark'ning sky above the quay
A line of white stars marches to the sea.