Trees

Trees become shadows
As light leaves the sky
A stillness a darkness
On this we rely
A haven for wild birds
A positive place
Swallowed up by the night
At an inscrutable pace

As the clouds turn to grey
Slowly the trees
Are absorbed they become
The night too
An ease
a fulfilment
As we look, less we see
Submerged swallowed up
In what is mystery

How do the birds feel
What’s their intent
To roost there contentedly
Seemingly spent
By their daytime activity
Heavenly sent

To sleep and to think
And to dream and to be
Lost in the darkness
Just Much harder to see
Moonlight a golden
A wisp of a ball
Hangs from the clouds
Half expected to fall

Looking out the window at the big trees over yonder
From the armchair in the living room.as nights curtain begins to descend