While I Sit Pondering

Alexander Knight

While I Sit Pondering

While I sit pondering,

I listen to the temperature drop.

As the snow and the rocks and the trees,

Harden for the cold night to come,

Darkness enshrouds them;

Protection from those creatures who fear the dark,

For the creatures who do not fear the dark,

Emerge.

A creek runs through this place,

Water streams amiably.

A cold gust bellows,

As night approaches for its daily serenade.

And I sit pondering.

1990