Patricia Gross

(Blisworth, Northamptonshire, UK)


When shutters close, and nightowls call,
from ancient branches, long and wide,
we sense the peace, that nightfall brings,
from dwellings, where we rest inside.

Our kindly host, unseen and dear,
projects his breath, so strong and whole.
It warms the chill, that nightfall lends
and melts the barriers, 'round the soul.

[Report Error]