Dark Night Bright Night

The moon is behind the clouds There is no light in the skies The stream has fallen silent and Over it the cool wind faintly sighs Inside the huts hearths are lit Smokes hang over their roofs Inside the sheds the cattle chew Cuds beating their aching hooves Now the wind flows hard from The west in the darkening hours Shaking the creepers and plants Petals fall from drooping flowers The clouds recede to a corner Of the sky and the trees swoon The earth begins to glow in the Light of the stars and the moon