To Night

Nature anointed Me 
Its successor so
I gaze to examine,
behold, I give succour

preparation gifts me
Goose pimples scattered
over exposed skin,
My clandestine affair

In the woods, I feel 
the crepuscular rays
but keep my face
straight—

as wind slips through leaves,
how a midsummer's night-
where the wind will change 
and my face will stay that way

and in my aid
to the abet, ever
that cold metallic tang
present, as is the nature of stones