The night

I've seen the clouds go rolling,

thought the dark, mid-winter sky,

as I stood still to hear the sounds of night,

not quiet at all, but low & subtle.

The dripping of the captured rain-drops,

falling from the bare tree branches,

as the wind lifts up the sounds of distant traffic,

and people returning from evenings out.

The swish of a cyclist riding home from a late-shift,

furtive animal, almost silent in the inky dark,

I don't feel scared or lost,

Its just peaceful and calm.

The dark isn't a place for playing games,

reading a book, or trying to sew,

but it surely helps hide the tears,

or comfort the soul.