The trees, set back, turn dark and black
against the evening sky
and cross the way, at edge of day,
the sun calls out “good-bye”.
Now breezes form to keep us warm
throughout the coming night
and bring (in shrouds) well-hidden clouds
that enter from the right.
While one by one the night stars come
to sprinkle down their light.
They’re followed soon—yes, by the moon—
she guards us close above,
cloaks us in her moonlight grin,
and soaks us
wet with love.
