Night Watch

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I’m often awake deep in the night. Not that I’m troubled; it’s just a feature of long life. While I might struggle to meditate during a busy day, I can easily stand by a moonlit window and just be an eye without a thought in my head.

Night Watch

Waking to waxing moonshine,
the yard deep blue in its light,
I hear the furnace cycle off
and nothing else makes a sound. 
A lone doe noses the snow
below the crab apple tree. 
My breath fogs the window.

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1 Response to Night Watch

  1. Paul Davison says:

    Almost a Haiku. Especially the last lines from – A lone doe….
    A perfect snap shot of winter at night.

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