The Moon

The moon is a silver bead, strung in the necklace of the sky. Every night, it slides in align with the Earth. Then we see it, small but bright. Shimmering. It sheds its light upon us, elegant and soft. The light’s only a reflection of that larger bead. It is not real. Yet we see […]

Sounds of the Night

The water ripples, The nightingale sings, The leaves swish in the wind. The night can be so loud. Elizabeth Ableson, 7Darien, CT

The House

  The cicadas chirp a lullaby to the night. Their buzzing seems obtrusive at first But grows to be comforting and content. Inside, the tiled floor sits cold with all its rivets and dips. Shutters are locked shut to the windows, Hatches battened down, Giving the impression of the quarters of a ship Sailing through […]