The trees set back turn dark and black
against the evening sky
and cross the way at edge of day
sun calls out “good-bye”
Now breezes form to keep us warm
throughout the coming night
and bring in shrouds well-hidden clouds
that enter from the right
while one by one the night stars come
to sprinkle down their light
They’re followed soon by spacious moon—
she guards us close above
cloaks us in her moonlight grin
and soaks us
wet with love.