We reclaim

The sleepy streets

And quiet dawns

As pandemonium

Flows away

With so many rushing crowds

Traffic dies

A seasonal angst

Sent homeward months early

As the local pace

Slowly returns

The mountains stand above

In their snowy contrast

The palms dance

Before the sunrise

And I hope

In my quiet and my comfort

That I am not

The only one

Who is looking up ~ Caroline A. Slee