Moonglow

Evening has quietly tiptoed away on slippered feet Houses up and down the street are silhouttes A garden looks white, washed in moonlight, And the faint sound of a train whistles through the air leaving a trail of melancholy longing, resounding in the dark. A table had been cleared of all traces of dinner and has now been set for breakfast Doors are locked, and a screen has been put across the glowing embers. Two golden laboradors in deep slumber, are curled in their baskets by the back door The house settles as the momentum of a busy day winds itself down. A mantel clock is ticking, and the refrigerator is humming with comfortable familiarity The moon slowly makes a shadowy passage through the windows of each room, as it puts the house to bed... And today becomes tomorrow... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------