The Lamp Post

My breath fogged up the window as I stared outside 
The snow fell softly on to the untouched ground 
Darkness covered the neighborhood like a blanket 
What few stars were in the sky were dim 
As the wind weaved through the ashen trees 
And at the end of the cul de sac stood a lamp post 
Unmoved, unaffected 
It cast a warm glow on the snow covered ground 
It was quiet 
Everything was quiet