Midnight

midnight

the dark hour

so silent

so smooth

so small.

peace flowing through my veins,

with my blood.

bare streets,

lights off,

silence but that hoot,

the hoot of the wise, old owl

nested upon that old oak tree.

crickets chirping

as the moon flashes at me,

then hidden in those black clouds

then enlighting me again.

such calm

such beauty,

then gone just as dawn approaches...

        beefjerky

 

Author's Note

midnight is so beautiful...