Night Garden

By John I. Blair

I go out in the garden
When dew drops off the trees
And toad song fills the dark;

But hard as I may stare,
Eyes wide to the stars,
The moon, the shadows,

What I seek, if there,
Implicit in the air,
The oaks, the sound,

In all these longing years
I have not found.

©2009 John I. Blair