A Poem

Kellie wrote a poem that was chosen to be published by Creative Communication. I thought I'd include it here:

Nighttime Hours

The cool night breeze,

blowing the once illuminated leaves across the sky.

Each blade of grass flows evenly through the meadow.

A cold shiver runs down my spine,

the sweet smell of rain fills my nose.

A drop, and then one more,

the rain sprinkles, filling my mind with memories.

Then it stops, clearing my thoughts once more.

A distant clock dings, ten o-clock.

A flow of darkness closes in as the street light goes off.

I look up, the luminous moon is a light in my darkness.

Radiant stars guide me home to a quiet house and warm bed.

Tiny crickets chirp a simple melody.

I slowly drift to sleep,

there I lay waiting for nighttime hours to start again.