Night's Garden Poem by PAUL COLVIN

This barren, dusty garden, sweeping slowly to the night
A desert, dry and naked, creeps on ‘til out of sight
Two trees entwined together, make their canopy of love
And streams of gentle moonlight beams, scan my desert from above.
Lush trees fold down, beyond my view, when daylight disappears
I know each branch, yes every leaf, and all the fruits they bear,
It’s where foxes start their midnight runs, skulking in the dark
I too know all their waking sounds and that smoking cougher’s bark.