Cold Nights As I stare into the dim flame of the fire burning outside, I can still feel the chill of the cold night air, slight memories ponder through my head of when I stood in the same way and felt the same feelings years ago, no clouds are present, I can see the stars' reflection on the lightly dewed grass and the moon splintering the woods in my backyard, my mind flows through the most beautiful mode possible, I long to stay in this happiness forever, leaning against the swift night current, listening to the cricket's lonely cry, I will keep thinking to myself what I will be doing at this time next year when winter comes back to take me away, I will await and pursue the time between.