Ode to Night
Night begins to fall and you listen to the daytime sounds disappear.
No more bird calls. No more animals scurrying about.
The wind still there, whispering to the trees, “It is time to sleep.”
Grass, so green, lays itself down to await the morning dew.
The darkening sky shares it’s bountiful colors: red, orange, purple,
And finally black.
But what’s this? There is more in this darkness.
Tiny holes break through to share their light,
Twinkling ever so slightly to remind us that they are there.
The sun, once so high in the sky, refuses to be left out.
Its brilliance reflected in the moon sheds another passage for the light.
Some nights darkness prevails, the clouds hide those shining stars.
The moon reclaims itself as new and will not bend to the sun’s will.
But those are fleeting moments, for time is not always on darkness’s side
And there is the everpresent light from below.
The man-made lights trying to claim this domain.
But that too can be stilled.
At the flick of a switch or by natural events that say,
“Bring on the darkness, let the light be gone.”
And then there is the quiet.
Time to refresh, to reflect, to dream of things to come.
The peaceful sounds of the night.
The owls call, the crickets chirp, and the wind still whispering to the trees.
Until dawn.
