The Nighttime
Jessica Rosenthal

The chilly breeze and frosty air,
Consumes the nighttime sky.
The ghostly shadows far away,
In mountains oh so high.

From the porch I sit and stare,
I wonder and regress.
The silent wind against my face,
Can put my mind to rest.

Laying back and looking up,
A shooting star above.
Like a flame, it burns within,
Reflecting nature’s love.

As I slowly lift my head,
To the howls of the breeze,
The stressful days of living life,
Are calmly put to ease.

So many dread the nighttime,
The fear of the unsure.
But night can be so tranquil,
It’s beauty always pure.

From the porch I sit and stare,
This moment I will keep.
I close my eyes and listen,
While the night puts me to sleep.