Approaching mid night
Late spring
in Georgia
an hour
of long shadows
the skies
half inked
with the darkest blue
stars and planets
glistening like
shards of glass
the fabric of night
torn asunder
by the
brilliance of
a moon
so full
The songs of
the night
in Georgia
in late spring
breezes in the pines
the owls screaching out
spreading fear in the
pastures
coyotes calling out
to the moon
crickets and frogs
The Duchess and me
return to the chill
of the house
She sleeps,
sleeps through
the night
reluctantly I
close the door
and shut out the
night.
