Autumn’s Evening

Do the crickets ever sing to you

When the moon drifts so close

The eye of early autumn

A hand come to steady the sky

While you walk along the road

The trees will whisper of the beasts beneath

The coyotes howl while they prey

The owls quietly search for mice

In the shifting underbrush

The wind will bequeath upon you

A mantle of echoes and halves

Filling you with the Earth's breath

While your feet yearn to carry you

Deep into the woods

The leaves will twirl down

In a colorful cascade

Ornamenting nature's fragrant revelry

While the Hunter's moon yellows

And fills the evening sky

The wild becomes so full of life

At the taste of winter's tread