Friday, May 29, 2009

Poetry Friday - Late Edition

It's been a long time since I've posted anything for Poetry Friday and this just kind of came to me tonight and I thoughtI'd share:

Sounds of Night

By Jim Danielson

I sit in silence, reading
Family away or asleep
Little by little
I hear the sounds of night
A distant train whistle
The neighbor’s dog barking
Both amplified by lack of reality TV
And then a clicking
The sound of sleet against glass?
On night late in May?
I turn off the light
And peek through the blinds
But the noise stops
I turn back on the light
Light off again and tiptoe to the window
I return to my book
Once more I tiptoe to peek out
No warning – the light still on
A soft laughter fills the room
My laughter
As I watch large moths
Bounce against the glass


Lisa said...

Nice, Jim. Takes me back to trying to fall asleep in the summertime when I was a kid. The world quieted down except for the crickets just outside and the trains whistling by a mile away.

Trina said...

Wow! You capture the essence of a summer night in so few words. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing!