Clock ticks in darkened hall
Counting time in constant rhyme
Lace curtains dance in warm night air
First autumn moon casts silver light.
And floorboard creak in silent house
The heat of day released in sighs
On distant headland vixen heard
Her voice cries lonely to the night
But underneath the rafters high
Family sleeps in deep repose
And all the troubles of the day
Disperse like mist into the night
Still clock ticks constant rhyme
Forever counting passing time.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com 2015