Tag: Fall

When the muses smile on me, I write poetry. Here’s a short poem written on an autumn evening here in Northern California:

Night, Fall

Moon beams
Slice into the sky—

From nests of stems and
Tangled branches,
Half-molded leaves,
A wind-swept scraping—

Night full of notes,
A volume above
My mind’s silence
After a striving day.

Inside, the white noise
Of bodies at rest
As we settle to sleep—

While others out there
Awake, subtle shapes
Enshadowed,
Moving unknown,
Unrecorded
Into the night.

- Meredith Alexander Kunz