New moon and fog As I glance out From my cave. A smugglers’ night: where are they? (Words on a page Delight me. I wouldn’t, couldn’t Be taught to hear As you heard.) Some trees are leafless Skeletonal And some cling to their leaves. (You’ve left And a new season Is emerging Into bleak darkness.) A brief flash of light - Others carry treasures I can’t see Or hear now But I am not alone.
Learning Living 