Night owl hoots at me again, again
beneath a puff of clouds,
like cozy pillow to my moon
pinching my September nose
to tuck my ruffled mind away…
and in twilight’s dimming,
a music box of rain songs
frolics in slow, slow motion
through whiffs of a lengthened day,
cuddling hours of pure respite
with scented glow of new autumn.
Between fading light and duskiness
I reflect if his tomorrow would float
as petals are to cotton leaves
glistening in tuneful drizzle of ticks;
while winds brush outside the sill…
and between teapot and lamp’s glow
the phone rings in a hush-a-bye,
chiming low, his breath droned to sigh
how my face matched a star beaming,
that he called to say he loved me in the dark.
Compliments Contest, Frank H.
by nette onclaud