Waiting For The Night To Pass

Waiting out the night, listening to the sound of wind blowing

As a full moon sits over snowcapped peaks in predawn glowing

Encountering the elegance of silence, the poise of nature’s solitude

Its gentle noise, sunlight reaches out, touching only the highest clouds

Shaking off nights’ darkly shrouds, earth spinning in space, turning me to face the sun

Making it appear to rise, night’s grip dies, I listen and observe

My gaze follows the mountains curve, sun now touching ridge tops steep

I breathe deep, standing along a mountain lakes’ edges and sedges

Walking now through soft meadow grass, no longer waiting, for night to pass