Midnight Walk in Battle Creek

Night and darkness shadowed in
as heavy gray clouds felt of snow
quiet is the air, and thin,
awaiting Mother Nature’s show

O the beauty of a night first born,
a Michigan town, Battle Creek
smells of grape nuts in early morn
for these are memories I would keep.

Company had come by that night,
good times were had by all,
then it soon chimed, 'twas midnight
and snow had begun to fall

Twenty miles east of Kalamazoo
Battle Creek quietly resides,
Kalamazoo has great winds, true,
off Michigan’s great lake side

Battle Creek is a different town,
as quiet reigns over the snow,
instead of drifts and shifting hills
the white just chooses to grow.

Midnight walks on streets of white
a wondrous treat in its own,
this is when magic begins, and
why we believe in cherrystones.

Did you know that snow has song?
It's heard when winds don’t blow,
crystalline tinkling is taken to heart
and snow fairies softly glow ~

I know for we stood, quiet, still,
heard chiming tings softly surround
no one spoke, but shyly descried
as snow came twinkling down.

O Battle Creek of Michigan,
someday I’ll come to visit again.


~*~

©Karilea Rilling Jungel
29 September, 2000
revised
15 December 2003

Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen?  Keeping in mind, I must stand close...and keep my promises...

Did you know that snow has song?
It's heard when winds don’t blow,
crystalline tinkling is taken to heart
and snow fairies softly glow ~

Hopefully one day, when I see it, that I'll be able to hear it too....

Beautiful Kari

into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread.
~Sarah McLachlan~