Streetlamps

I don't even know if we have 'streetlamps' in Canada per se.


Streetlamps

You had on your mittens,
and I mine
and instead of looking at the cream wool
with the earl grey tea stained into the stitches

we walked with our heads back
snowflakes spinning down, tangling into our eyelashes

looking at the streetlights
seeing each bulb
supported by cold grey cement
glow a yellowy pink
and they were just little fuzzy smudges
set into the deep deep sky

all the streetlamps lined the road
all supporting their own glowing fuzz

a string of glowing gold
of burning pink beads
laced and lying
across the chest of
dark blue smoky sky.