Wind

The curtains
Move in the dim
Nightlight cold air
Pushes into the room
I pull my quilted cover up
Testing for smoke but the air
Is clear with a faint odor of the
Garden below above stars pierce
The dark no moon dims them.
I listen to the night sounds
Alone Halloween night
The dog guards the
Hall door the cats
Lurking hunting
Imaginary or
Not prey
But all
Is as
It
Should
Be despite
The cold wind
Moving branches
In the ancient pine
Covering and revealing
Stars until my eyes
Close then a few
Turns right or
Left on the
Way to a
Dawn
Dim
Behind
The pine
Branches
I wake to the
Dog jumping on
The end of the bed
Wary of the cat on the
Other pillow eying the dog
My good morning wake
Up call to another
Day in sunny
Southern
Windy
California.