"Night Sounds"

 

Time slips past midnight    

I fold into a fetus under the quilt    

so the dogs can stretch on the foot of the bed    

Through the open window wafts rose scent     

and Autumn's breath tickles my lashes    

Cold air carries the whine of semis from the highway   

and a lonely canine whimper    

Let me in   

Let me in to warm beds and ticking clocks     

to the pftt, pftt, pftt of my lover's sleep    

I hang in suspension    

half awake, half asleep   

lost between now and then     

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman