This flower is hanging on to summer along with the katydid song that is nearly hidden under the crickets. Trees have been painted in the luscious colors of fall and the geese fly over naturally seeking warmer weather for the coming of winter. Together, we wait for the first frost to come and the rain.
Fire
Bats, Crickets, and the last of the katydids
Ember
I gaze to the paling rosy sky
And hear the rustle of the drying leaves,
The calls of the downy woodpeckers,
The joining together of the bird guilds.
I delight in the song of the pine warbler
And the chirp of the crickets
Both calling Fall to spread herself
Upon the land
In hues of golds, red, and orange.
I listen for the last of the cicada song
Fading fast
On the branches of trees
Just beginning to release their leaves.
I wait for the morning glories to open
Right with daybreak.
I watch them close
Their job well done at sunset.
I live for the light.
