a pitch black backdrop,
eased onto my couch, with window slats
open to the night air.
I listened as summer whispered,
we are giving you a good morning,
the changing season,
warm air shifts toward a gradual cooling,
we come to sing,
to welcome the next phase.
I realize suddenly in my world all good things must …
lovely mornings, lush gardens in the wood, long afternoons,
all the memories of love,
I will recall her eyes, her smile, her love,
they are always the constant in my
self assuring mind.
Her beauty does exist, sings melody in my heart,
much like the crickets song,
suggesting we are always nearby,
to give a soft and sweet routine
toward Nature’s wondrous plan.
I wonder about our plan,
and then I step back,
take your time I said to myself,
the autumn is more upon me than I would ever imagine,
listen to the breeze inside the song.