The Magic of Night
Moon glow
bathes my surrounds.
The soft light
calls me out
into frosty air
and stillness.
I notice tracks
and a place where deer
took a rest
in my backyard.
I’m happy they
find comfort here.
How mystical are aspects
of this world we share
that happen during times
of human slumber.
Stars,
though muted
stretch into
my awareness.
Full moon slides
toward the western horizon.
I breathe in wonder
as tree shadows stretch
and mingle
within the softness
of it all.
Light, dark,
shades of gray,
slow motion
within the quiet.
How grateful I am
for the magic
of night,
richness
of the dark,
bounty of
simple presence.
Sarah Carlson
December 5, 2025
