Night Came Creeping

Night came creeping into the woods
So I took my chair out on the dirt lane
To watch.

Enough wine had made the mosquitoes
No problem at all and the azure sky promised a
Good show.

The forest was first to be smothered with
Shadows as sunlight fell away behind the hill
Fading quickly.

Then the forest pushed its evening shroud into
My clearing, covering me as I looked on with
Rapt attention.

From East to West the darkness deepened
Until I saw only the shape of the woods not
The substance.

My little cabin was unlit behind me, the river
Murmured softly in the ravine below, the water
Late summer low.

But then, rising above the shoulder of the valley
Crest came the Moon full and platinum bright starting
Its night time journey.

And the stars, brightest at my back, turned on
Their diamond points and littered the blackness with
Dazzling brilliance.

No city lights in this place to dim to dullness Nature’s silent
Show, a dark and lustrous duo, as it plays to an audience
Of one.

I own this night. It is my woods. It is my Earth and sky.
But you my love, far away, can have all that I own if you will
Only join me here.