One Poem by James Webb Wilson

Night Sits on the Porch

Night envelops the countryside
Softly squeezing out all colors,
Rounding off the corners of day
Rolling out the darker shadows
Across the Midwest plain .

Night settles in, condensing the darkness
`The solid obsidian mass
Streaked with distant starlight
And an occasional borealis.

Night sits out on the porch
Swinging gently from dusk to dawn
Bringing our senior memories closer
To sit and rest in our laps
As we keep a vigil in the eye of night.

Night closes the nocturnal drapes
Squashing any of our sour grapes
And lets the sweeter wine seep
While we are awake, but others sleep.
Night casts free spirits in the dark
To comfort the squirrels in the park.

{Poem by James Webb Wilson}