The soft, gentil darkness is
Speckled with pearls of moon shine.
Pools of starlight gather between
The herbs and Sweet Annie.
Dark sky blends
With dark earth and
Flowers sleep with bowed heads
As if in prayer.
Night creatures gather in a landscape familiar to them and
Foreign to me.
The moonlight plays games
With my eyes;
Changing the colors like magic;
The familiar to the unknown and
Shadows dance across the garden
Laughing at the darkness’s efforts to hide.
The garden grows slowly in the dark.
The breath of starlight its saving grace.
The night sounds, softer than day’s
Mummer in sleepy rhythms
Lulling all to sleep while
Moon lit clouds scuttle across the night sky
As sails on a stormy sea.
But in the end, the fantasy of the night myth ends
And darkness completes its fade to day and
Morning’s magic pulls dewdrops from the sky.
Sun warmed air refreshes the breeze and pushes it on across the fields
Until the cool of the evening halts its step
And the night rhythms begin again.