By light,

light that is distorted and reflected

I will draw you an image

and a world:

the light

pearly and amber;

the shade of a Labrador’s golden eyes

and neither the moon

nor the stars are visible.

I watch the trees, their

black silhouettes serenading

suggestively, in what they believe

to be secret. No-where

isn't hazy and

only streetlamps

light the sky. But now,

as I am recording this,

I've an impulsive urge;

to be out there

in this sharp air,

and to run, run

to where I am led

purely by instinct�?/FONT>