Where to Find the Light?

It's almost freezing;
The sun is taking a rest;
I muster my will.

Outside it is dark;
Inside, it's even darker.
Where to find the light?

In the woods, a tent;
On driveway, a newspaper;
On the road, it's me.

Even red berries,
Shining forth their winter light,
Huddle in brown husks.

Standing by their truck,
The culvert construction guys
Don't know where to go.

Flickering bright light:
A tiny white butterfly
Flies across the road.

Top of the bare tree
Two solitary brown leaves
Face the darkening sky.

In the empty house
Pillow leans on the window
Waiting for a head.