In the Gloom of the Night
I watch for darkness to appear,
then await the moon’s debut
The feeble beams from a rising moon
bring visions old and new.
The lengthened shadows that emerge
from the ancient, stately trees.
blend with the dancing shadows formed
by the movement of a breeze.
The array of stars I can usually see
when toward the sky I gaze
are barely visible, hid from view
by a cool and misty haze.
Then soon the shadows disappear
as the lingering mist hangs on.
And no more shadows will I see,
until the break of dawn