A painting in the darkness

The rooftops, my rooftops have
An Edward Hopper loneliness.
No one lives on a roof, that's an
Of course, so, of course it is a
Lonely landscape. Unpopulated.
We look out upon many signs of
Life. Glimmering lights shine in
High-rise windows. Apartment
Buildings encircle the rooftops
At a not-too distant length. It's 
Near enough to feel as if they
Are the buffer protecting the 
Unoccupied expanse of roof
And shining a warmth, like a
Friendship and a signal of a
Solidarity brightening a dim
Dark night. They stand guard
Over the rooftops, my rooftops





Sunrise?

The mornings are dark
It's hard to determine if
This is the time I should
Get up. There is no cue
In the sky. I do rise early
But I don't want to be up
Aforehand. There's early
Then there's too early I 
Want sun up to provide 
My clue, to guide me to
Action. There is no light.
The mornings are dark.
Is it darkest before dawn?

Full moon

The full moon, foolish, yet
It takes its hovering and 
Its haunting seriously as
It shines over the sky and
Beams into our windows.
Every month for twelve, it
Takes its plumpest shape
And beams a bright light
My way. Its effects make
Me foolish as if I had been
There, on the moon's face
Lighter in its atmosphere
Less weighty and serious
Myself, ready to play each
Month in the clear bright
Moonshine of a full moon

Winter’s wolf

The sassy moon fulsome and
Full, plump, hanging low in the
Center of my sky, even as the
Morning light begins to clear
Away the night that was never
Truly dark under the shine of
That fat moon or the electricity
From high-rises in its vicinity
Skies at night have no right to
Be so bright, and if they must
Be so, the moon should be the
Only beacon, the only light that
Paves the way, the sassy moon,
The savvy moon, January's light

Heat

It's cold. We all agree on that.
The sky even looks cold. It's 
Giving me an icy stare when 
I cast my gaze at its horizon.
Over my right shoulder, I feel
Heat, warming my ear. I turn
To see the blinding low-lying 
Sun, the culprit, and the hero
Of my tale. It has cut through
Reaching me mid-crossing, a
Cozy embrace, so unexpected 
But so very welcome today.