I stand in my night garden
Drenched in the need of its moonglow
The cool autumn wind whispers
secrets of the seasons to come.
On a night,
when rustling floral leaves
Move slowly in the air
about my feet.
Like playful spirit's.
The last of the autumn sun
falls below the horizons abyss.
Leaving only darkness
as it steals the last of the light.
An everlasting moon
glows its welcome presence.
Spilling  its milktoast silvered light
In pools upon the pathway.
A chorus of stars awaken in unison.
And the night sings its song of peace
My heart weeps joyful tears
overwhelmed by this
autumnal nightglow.