
full moon behind clouds
eve of autumn equinox
a cold front blows in

full moon behind clouds
eve of autumn equinox
a cold front blows in
four a.m. wake up
a gathering of barred owls
who really cares who
absence of birdsongs
darkness encroaching on walks
summer goes quietly

rooftop encounter
not sure anything transpired
just – hey I see you

rising crescendo
the choir of cicadas sings
ode to late summer