Night, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Night

I opened the door
And night stared at me like a fool,
Heavy dull night, clouded and safe--
I turned again toward uncertainties
Of life withindoors.   Once night was a lion,
No, years ago, night was a python
Weaving designs against space
With undulations of his being--
Night was a siren once.   O sodden, middle-aged night!

poems.one - Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Marjorie Allen Seiffert