A Beautiful Night. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

A beautiful night it is,
as I sit out under the moonlight.
The air is light and breezy,
as it softly touches my shoulders,
and proceeds to the thin branches,
of a birch somewhat older.

A moth flies under the street light.
Around and around it goes.
A hare runs down the road,
probably running away from its foes.

A stag appears from behind the big oak,
nibbling at pastures green.
He stares at me,
we are old friends who meet in the
summer evenings.
Sometimes he sleeps under my apple tree.

Yes it is a beautiful night,
and I might aswell enjoy,
for soon it will be winter,
and we must then say goodbye.




Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .