It was a chilly night,
a starless night,
just the moon and me.

I was sitting outside,
where stillness was,
why was I there,
just because...

Fresh winds blow,
too early for snow,
chases the cares of the day,
clean away.

The moon rules the night
then daylight comes forth,
brings all that is pure and bright.

Each new day is renewed like this,
we take it for granted,
dont give it a thought
so I sit at night
and comtemplate,
just the moon and me.

copyright 2008

Pamela Mutch