Grass waving against the wind.
toward moon setting dimming light
children still play. No fear the enfolding night.
Birds in nests briefly wake
lightly chirp and doze again.
Stepping upon the rung
rise up the cliff
to a burned out bulb.
Still the grass waves against the breeze.
Sounds below, children play
above the last glitter of moons light
climbing still to grasp
the last beam of light
sinking in the west.
