Acquainted with the Night

Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. 

~Robert Frost 

found at Poemhunter

Don't Sleep Upside Down

I should never ever sleep upside down with my head at the end of my bed. It always ends up giving me nightmares for some reason. Last night, and that time to..

White Sea

It's a sea of white outside. Even at night. I can see from my window almost as clear as day, maybe even clearer because I look out the windows more at night. The sky did show some blue yesterday, but it's back to being it's white like the piles of snow outside. All white, white, white.

Autumn Sky

Thunderstorm in Autumn, makes me feel poetic. What's your favorite color of the sky?
Is it:

Amber?
Dark chocolate?
baby blue?
Night?
After Rain?
Gray overcast?
violet?
salmon?
soft pink?
desert orange?

Or something you can't define?