Poem: Friday Night Lights
A poem from Byron resident Kenna Sandborn.
First big snow of year. Awoke to perfectly
flocked, winter fairy land. Afraid to sneeze should it
all blow away. Enter snow globe, turn fireplace on,
crank classical music up, make pot of soup.
Twinkling luminaries, made of ice, cut like Waterford
crystal, marching up winding trails through prairie
and wooded glens. Diamonds sparkling, piercing
through this warm January night, guiding our scenic way.
Only crunching snow heard under foot and
stories exchanged between longtime friends.
Warmed by hot chocolate, bonfires and kindred spirits.
Silver lining grateful. Forward looking to new year unfolding.
Kenna Sandborn is an interior designer, artist and photographer from Byron.
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