Breath deep the midnght air

It is late and time well spent
proceeds its way to night,
star-lit sky no moon to
chill with cruel shadows,
vicious shapes of topiary
yews clipped and sinister,
nudes, their arms outstretched,
bolder now than in the sun,
no longer to excite the eye,
only the sound of dusty moths
clashing with a lonely lamp
and  fountain in the oval pool
peppering water's golden hordes.
Frogs and toads serenade the stars,
gentle on the ear calming
those who listen. . . . . .
Breath deep the midnight air,
sink in sleep the angels sing.