Nightfall
It is dark now
a cloud benumbed moon
grieves for memory lost
the distraught wind
stalks between high grasses
seeking its youth
owls roost, soft feathered
in darkened poplars
creatures unseen
move inevitably
to their nightly fate
insects buzz and hum
demented dervish dirges
for those soon doomed
while the tide runs out
whispering secrets
to the reed-bound shore
of a lonely darkened estuary
awake in star crazed darkness
embracing eternity.
