At This Time Of Night. Poem by David Boyce

At this time of night.

The sky just looks so eerie,
At this time of night,
The clouds are a multitude of colours,
As they catch the shining moonlight.

So much darkness and shadows,
Loads of black and grey,
The landscape looks so different,
Than it does throughout the day.

The bitterness of the cold air,
As the misty night is still,
Then comes the wind and rain,
To give that extra chill.

The dark and dingy suburbs,
With the twinkling of street lights,
Which outlines the built up streets,
Until it becomes first light.


Written by David Boyce
DavidBoyce©2016