The moon is a charring ember <br />Dying into the dark; <br />Off in the crouching mountains <br />Coyotes bark. <br /> <br />The stars are heavy in heaven, <br />Too great for the sky to hold -- <br />What if they fell and shattered <br />The earth with gold? <br /> <br />No lights are over the mesa, <br />The wind is hard and wild, <br />I stand at the darkened window <br />And cry like a child.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-in-arizona/
