Midnight Gardener

Poetry surrounding my senses
  the cool, crisp bite of fresh fall air
    (and only a bit of sadness
      now that summer's gone)

A spider tiptoeing
  up a vast white wall,
    her feet dancing carefully
      with each rapid step

A shadow of smoke from a cigarette
    watching me,
      as I'm scarcely aware it's there

A toad in a garden
  warily watching
    knowing not that he needn't fear
      me, merely a midnight gardener

  of a new autumn

  in a warm jacket

    but for my thoughts
      and poetry surrounding.

-Philip A. Thomas
Copyright © 1985, 1996


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