Evening moves to night
Cold and silence dominate
Autumn’s grip secure
poetry, prose, and photography
Evening moves to night
Cold and silence dominate
Autumn’s grip secure

Love this autumn day
Which has crested into night
Now rest, finally
In morning darkness
Leaves transforming, preparing
For winter to come
Days passing past me
Daylight wanes for a few weeks
Then the axis tilts

Walking this evening
Darkness surrounding my steps
Cool air burns my face