Trees cast eerie shadows
Through each darkened night…
On my little windowpane
In the pale moonlight!
They tousle and they toss about
In the wintry breeze-
Then stop awhile to take a break
(The silence like a "tease.")
I visualize great monsters
In relentless fights…
Oh the awful creaking
Which goes on in such plight!
Finally as the sun comes up,
I see a DIFFERENT sight;
Just tired old tree limbs swaying-
That worked hard through the night!
~penned by lynn foust
