Nightshades have fallen, all is dark
Tree limbs above are bare and stark
There is this silence that abounds
As nature softens all her sounds.
Yet I can see stars in the sky
That clouds keep hiding from the eye
Oh how I wish that I could be
Some wise old owl perched in a tree
Who comprehends that hopes unwind
To help us each our dream to find !
Claire V. Bogdanos 