A white curtain moon held firm

The center of a dark night.

An immense canopy of darkness

Grasped the eyes of the living and the dead.

The shadows of night slip through picket fences

Disturbing only the mist and while stepping

Over sleeping dogs.

A church bell calls night to order.

A lone bird lifts its voice.

Clouds creep in like the feet of trespassers.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s