Hushed

Hushed The Crescent moon is Tossed To and fro In a Turbulent cloudy Sea like a Specter pirate’s ship October Stars Flash their beacon light To guide the ghostly vessel through Blue-black stormy seas November Wind Is coming Bare armed trees Groaning whispering Swaying pointing Saying… ‘This way this way Follow the vapor phantom mist Along his nightly stay’ Leaves rustle rushing Scattering and skittering Moved by some unseen foot from a lonely apparition Smoke falls from chimneys’ Long gone fires’ after-glow A snow like hush fills The nightly air She is a vision of white An image lit By cold bright Shimmering moonlight Just like her sister Beautiful Spring Warmest charm for Summer She too has gone So will follow Fall For golden days Cool nights she is a delight To us mercy from Winters’ “Icy claws” She calls to those in the night We are hushed with fright We bar our windows and houses tight…….. Now turn out the Light! NIGHTY-NIGHTY