Silent Is The Night Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The night is silent so it seems,
The stars are out,
the bright moon beams,
upon this small and sleepy town,
Where from my window looking down.
The ferns are blowing in the breeze,
my garden lies sits beneath the trees,
So bare right now as leaves have fallen,
I hear a sound,
an owl is calling.
I love this precious time of day,
When all my worries drift away.
A time to rest,
to think of you,
with fondest memories,
oh so true.


Jayne Louise Davies