A free verse poem about the coming of fall. |
As I step outside my front door to accompany Rusty and Pepper on their nightly midnight walk, I am surprised to encounter a definite chill in the night air – the first since the end of March. The reflected light of a full moon gently bathes the neighborhood, serving as a soft nightlight which causes water droplets on the lawn to suddenly sparkle and fade as I so serenely walk past. The lingering, lonesome sound of a distant train whistle slowly, surely gets swamped by the summer serenade of frogs singing from the bayou and the chirping of crickets crouching in the bushes. What a splendid night! What glorious relief from summer’s sticky humidity and sultry heat this night is. It offers promise that the long Louisiana summer will finally end, to be chased away by Fall, still weeks in coming. Pay attention, all you mosquitoes. Take notice, you migratory birds. Sense it, you lawns and leaves. Time to prepare yourselves, for the impending change of seasons is announcing itself tonight. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |