Pewter Landscape II

the full moon is the watch dog
guarding the shadows of night.
the landscape is awash in greys, blacks and white.
summer heat pulses
cicadas thrum
tree frogs cry for rain
but the merciless moon shines bright
in a cloudless night sky.
a faint sussuration
like the sighs of dry grasses
remembering the wind
passes around, through me.
the road says, come with me now.
the country roads are empty
and like ribbons of silver they stretch to the horizon.
headlights turned off
driving in silence by the light of the moon
humming tires…
pewter moonlight monochrome
ghostly landscape sleeps,
I need to get lost tonight.

***Note: This is the second in a series of poems built from lines from Pewter Landscape – tanka