Falling white velvet, <br />vanilla eiderdown, <br />wafts toward the sleeping earth <br />all without a sound. <br /> <br />Hear the flakes kissing, <br />and watch the ice cling. <br />There's invisible car-hissing, <br />while naked tree branches sing. <br /> <br />Off in the distance, <br />beyond the horizon of coloured light, <br />a scream cracks the violet <br />of the still December night. <br /> <br />The moans once soft and low, <br />are coming close and wailing loud. <br />Moonlight ices the pavement <br />before it hides behind a cloud. <br /> <br />There is desperate caterwauling, <br />underneath the whirring lights, <br />and urgent electric swirling, <br />in candied-red and winter-white. <br /> <br />On this eve of spirits, <br />of shiny bows and sugared dreams, <br />the peace is interrupted <br />by hurried howls and high-beams. <br /> <br />We wonder quietly about the rider, <br />and strain to steal a glimpse. <br />The ambulance sails on the slush <br />while the careful car slowly limps. <br /> <br />Catastrophe wreathes with dark <br />and snuffs the shimmery glow. <br />The passenger’s a nameless soul, <br />whose face we do not know. <br /> <br />As the siren starts to fade, <br />leaving us to swim in black, <br />we praise the sparing silence <br />and pray the magic will come back.<br /><br />Tara Teeling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ambulance-5/
