Zephyrean Nightfall

Calm, nature, night

Brisk winter spirits

Kiss the dying trees.

The midnight moon

Licks the lake as morning dew.

Eyelids flutter to frivolous fantasies

Beyond this world

And the realms of

Awake.

The Zephyr in the twiggy arms

Lift leafless branches

In quiet, calm dawn.

The black cat hisses a whisper

Like the breeze kissing life

To sleep.

Hasty hushes from mothers

To babes

Comfort the dreaming,

Singing softly, to

Whisk them away.