Sunday, November 8, 2009

Tonight

The night is still
I hear the cars on the highway, a mile away
Mosquitoes are no longer a threat in this awkward fall warmth
Yellow leaves cling to bare limbs illuminated by street lights
The black cat who wanders my neighborhood is perched on the hood of my car
His eyes like mirrors
Watching to see if I will approach
No moon shines on me
She greeted me through the trees last night, bright and wonderous
Tonight she sleeps behind the clouds