Tag: Matthew M.C. Smith

  • The soft fall of midnight

    The soft fall of midnight

    By Matthew M.C. Smith,   I know the soft fall of midnight: the film of dew on dark buds’ lips   a scent of lavender pressed underfoot the celestial stream in the shallow brook   the pulsing throb of turning carp in slick pool below willow’s dark   the fox’s tread and backward stare the…