Chill

It's cold again, but tonight the sky is draped with scattered veils if silky cloud which occasionally drift across the gibbous moon and carry off some of its light. A while ago a dog on the next street found it necessary to howl for a few minutes. I have no idea what set him off, but he added a melancholy note to the night, and his subsequent silence made me suddenly aware of the empty fields and tattered woods, and the river flowing in its canyon. I wouldn't want to be a deer tonight.

( Sunday Verse )