Good Night

The lamp by the walkway shines in the glossy night

Making tiny diamonds on the wet leaves of the holly and the boxwood

I hear raindrops fall like whispers onto the leaves and grass

I shiver in the chill

and step back inside the yellow warmth and close the door

switch off all the lights

and up the stairs to bed.


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