Breathe Deep

Breathe deep the midnight 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 the water's golden hordes.  
Frogs and toads serenade the stars,  
gentle on the ear calming  
those who listen. . . . . .  
breathing deep the midnight air,