Breath deep the midnight air

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