Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The nights are ....


Tonight we lit two candles
against the Autumn gloom
- cool jazz on the music deck,
cold rain a counterpoint –
and ate the comfort food
that warms on winter’s night.
Such cocoons we build ourselves
snug against the dark –
I hear the sax’s moaning
like wind beneath the door
and think of being out there
and flinch, and draw the blind.

C.M.M. 09/06

1 comment:

  1. Obviously the blood is thinner (or finer) in Dunoon than in bucolic Ayr!

    I do like the imagery though.