I am the late hours of the night
A lily white moonflower
A moth hovering about the back porch light
Soft dusty wings fluttering
Banging against the glass
Desperate, hungry, longing for light
The subtle white noise from a fan
Unnoticed until stilled
I am the tops of buildings overlooking the night city
Alone except for the lights
And the faint whirring of traffic below
The tumbling leaves of November
Scarlet and gold drifting in the wind
I am a cold night breeze that tugs at your soul
That cradles you in its arms
And whispers in your ears
I am the first winter frost
Grass crunching beneath boots
And mist in the air
I am the sad song that you can’t help but smile at
I am Kate
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