One Poetic Night

It was a cold and brisk February night I stepped outside To take a short stroll to the dumpster. The sky was clear, almost starless. Waves of muffled car engines Whispered by every now and again Just opposite the tree line Behind my abode. Parking lot and street lights Kept their nightly vigil assuring Safe passage to all who crossed Beneath their path. Late night flights flashed their lights As they begin final approach Like a beacon in the midnight sky. Randomly lit windows throughout The complex buildings keep Night owls company as Hours grow later. I smile as I bask in The night’s symphony Waves of muffled car engines Whispering every now and again. Hearing only my footsteps as they Echo between the walls The creaking of my door brings A rush of welcomed heat As it lovingly hugs me And I lock my door. In a final sigh of relaxation I kick off my shoes and retreat Back to my nightly comfort zone My couch, my drink and my pen On this cold and brisk poetic night. 3/2/20