Darkened clouds

A few solitary darkened clouds,
moving across my eyes,
with not much light at all outside,
except for the fire that I sit beside,
in the woods,
as the leaves fall from the trees,
and the shelter it covers me,
and the beauty of the stars they envelope me,
and inspire me,
as the moon glows bright,
and I sit under the magic of the glorious night,
mesmerised,
and beguiled,
with my brain racing through countless thoughts,
trying to capture the mood of the times,
and the light that shines down into my eyes,
how wonderful it is,
and how beautiful a night,
writing poetry by the fireside.