The Hill Poem by Danielle Bettke

I watch my breath leave my body,
Swinging my legs,
Back and forth,
The quiet of the night,
The end of the storm.

Warm sweetness slides down,
My throat,
And warms my hands,
Not everyone can see,
What I can.

On the top of my hill,
I can see everything,
Lights twinkle,
Sirens blaze,
Cars speed by.

I lean back, looking up,
Stars sprinkled above,
Branches rustle,
The moon shines.
I love my world at night.