Invisible Within The Moonlight Poem by David Harris

As the skies go dim
as evening begins
a soft breeze
of night fall slips across as evening calls
before the night begins.

Sitting under a solitary tree
whose branches like scrawny arms
wave back and forward
like a skeletal presence
under the moon’s reflection
in the quiet of the night.

I sit there lost in my imagination
that take the focus of spooky things.
The ghosts of the night linger
suspended in time and space
just above my head
invisible within the moonlight.




10 October 2015