Nights Without Moon

"Nights without moon"

The big fog is dispersating the southern darkness
in the cold winter nights of the moors,
the clouds in hurry drifts throu the heights
an' covers partially the lunar features...

Grayish black sky at the noturnal passages
of the higher hills of gloomy figures,
is gazing the greenness of the forest in the landscapes
blacken by the pure nighthawks blackness...

And the lead heavenly flying dusts
flies throu the coldent airs of irreal
ancient woods of the impure lights...

Obscurities was turn to grey tempests
over a night falling without astral presences
and drifts in the dark nights without moon...

Juan Cruz Acosta