<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/stroke-of-midnight/”>Stroke of Midnight</a>
Where am I at midnight?
On this so-called special night
Last of the old year, first of the new?
Not outside in the cold, the dark
I prefer to walk in the light
To see the field shining bright under snow,
Or this year under water
A drowned landscape.
At midnight where I want to be
Is warm and snug
Curled up in bed