Whispering Wyrd

I step outside every night before bed
 and I see the stars above the mountains.
 Their light shimmers in the sky
 watching over all below.

I always make time for the moon,
 as she has comforted me throughout my life.
 Her soft light is soothing,
 a gentle reminder of how good it is to be alive.

The mountains are still there,
 though now blanketed by night.
 I feel their healing presence,
 and I whisper to them, “Hello”.

There is a gentle breeze,
 getting colder by the day.
 This, and the fallen leaves,
 announces winter is on its way.

I do not fight against the turning
 of the seasons.
 That would be folly. Life, as we know,
 continues on.

I take a slow, deep breath,
 savoring the cool, crisp air,
 then I say, “Goodnight”
 and sleep until the light.