Sweet night

my views of the night

Sweet night

As I sit,
outside my home,
the sky is full
of stars.

The night is black,
there is no moon.

A great big pine,
sits over head,
swaying to and fro.

Gentle breezes,
blow my hair,
whispering sweetness,
in my ear.

Singing crickets,
flying bats.

Oh, how sweet
the night,
as I sit,
outside my home.

                              Tammi 08/07