Moonlight folded the letter of day
into an evening verse. Clouds tumble
out of the way, soon absorbed into a
clear sky where crystal stars
own the distance.
Underfoot, there is a carpet of moisture
on the grass, marked by footsteps leading
there and away.
Evergreens send out a crisp aroma.
Dew glitters on its slender spines. In the
quiet, water drops mark an irregular beat
as they merge with the earth.
Roger Singer 