Sweet Solitude

Silver lady
of the night,
surrounded
by your
servants
bright,

along pavement
walking alone...
your light to
guide me
till I'm home,

the streets
in daytime
they resound
to the leaves
that blow
around,

copper –
silver birch
and oak,
the pavements
wear this
vivid cloak.

Candles in
the night-time
glow...
outside
oh! how
the wind
doth blow,

I sit here
by a
roaring fire,
of which
I never
seem
to tire,

pictures
in the
flames
I see;
angels wings
watch over me.

Out to the garden,
no torch in hand,
to gather logs
from my land,

a fox's cry
I hear tonight,
collecting fuel
keeps fire
alight,

as I walk back
to my chair...
I think of
foxes in
their lair,

a fleeting thought
of mum with cubs,
snuggled near the
crocus buds,

I saw them
only yesterday,
a fleeting glance
then gone away.

When my bed
calls to me,
of dreams to
come...and
what will be,

enter moonlight,
illuminate...
diminishing
problems
never
too late,

delicately touching
caressing me,
casting shadows
so softly,

then finally
sleep prevails
the day,
now all gone
as here I lay.