Night Sprinkle
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.
theNakedAtheist 