'Tis a late summer evening.
The last gasps of summer press
Against the cool whisper of the forest.
A hot day reminds what has been
And teases what will not last much longer.
The children have returned to school,
The pulse of pond peepers has slowed.
The sun sinks far too early for my liking.
The rhythm is changing.
Won't be long now the darkness grows
Stealing life and bearing sadness.
Burrowing in repose, in shallow breaths;
In winter's foyer the dwindling days.
Another day closes with orange sunset.
A reminder of the gift that is living.
Onward, steadfast, morphing,
In unsaid nuance.