Stillness.
The trees speak to the evening world
Using the voices of chirping crickets,
“Autumn is here!”
An early rising Great Horned owl gives
A calm hoot-hoot! though the sun
Has not fully set, and the sparrows
Run their final errands before the day is done.
Above the tallest trees a vast canvas
Of a dull cotton blue slowly shades
Itself darker and darker.
And a bird of some type cackles
Joyfully as day turns to night,
And a cool chill blankets
The land to mark a
Changing season.