Goodnight

It's these,
Those quiet, turns.
Their transitions and banked uncertainties.
The paused plays,
Deaths and rebirths along life's ways.
The moments surfaced,
The experience, kindled.
The light of essential nature,
The intrinsic reflection dancing along the water's skin.
Expanding across ripples, fire merges within.
This day, closing on the peaceful scent of willow,
Settles in its supple subtlety
A sense of peace in the warmth of night.