The Night Is Dark Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The night is dark and full of shadows,
lurking in the stillness of another day thats gone by.
I wander through the oak and beech
and follow the trail to the house that I must reach.

Stopping along the way I stare at the night sky.
All the clouds whistle by.
The moon looks down as if to question why
I am roaming about so late this night.

This house is my new home.
Its where my new life begins.
Away from town and city noise.
Away from burdens and endless choice.

Deep in the forest where the blackbird sings.
Beside the mountains and the open springs.
Here is where I will stay
till the end of my days.
even when the night is dark.