© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Fireflys dance in the dark
Coyotes cry of times long gone
The joy that darkness hides
Envelopes and keeps me warm.

In a state of wonder
Of  night’s magic
While bats circle and dive
And deer silently pass
Through willows
Into the eery moonlight.

Where the night holds
All that dance far into the night
In the dark
The dark wondrous night.

~ Patrice