A Pause Between Worlds

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 


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