Poem

Carpe Deum

The last stars hesitantly kiss the night goodbye.

The moon, fragile and ghostly, lingers on, reluctant to leave.

An owl glides silently by, eager to be home to her family

And small creatures shiver, glad to be alive.

She turns, cool mist stroking her skin, frost crystals biting her toes.

and lifts up her arms as if she would raise up the sun,

as invisibly, it infuses the sky with a soft warmth.

She embraces and seizes the day whispering:

‘I love you. I will love you forever.’