when the half moon’s light

through my window woke me

I stepped outside

the night chill offered

a swift shift from slumber

I did not mind

all the world in quiet but for birds

and stealth nocturnals

am I one of those

thoughts stagger into odd realms

when dreams are paused

views we sleep through shine

without audience

backyard cherry tree becomes

a blossom cathedral

for the stone head garden face

who sings his predawn praises

under the stars🪶