Windows hung with curtains, diaphanous white,
frame the scene, a calm and beautiful night.
The moon hangs low in the sky.
Grey clouds surround it, some low, some high.
Trees mark the horizon, sentinels of my peace,
their branches waving gently in the sweet, zephyr breeze.
A nightingale sings, its song liquid gold.
A cat stalks across my garden, stealthily yet bold.
Day passes calmly into velvet night,
with footstep soft and silent, following the light.
Alas for the passing of summer, now on the wane,
it’s almost time to greet the autumn once again.