Travels through your bones-
first slowly, then builds up a steadier momentum.
At instances, striking when least expected,
overcoming people as they adapt to the conversion
Shifting from very hot, to a bitter chill,
eventually stepping into a cozy fall breeze.
Absolute balance between, supple winds,
and contented warmness.
Crows cawing, squawking,
perched upon black tightropes connecting wooden poles,
that are their homes. Gliding through New England air,
scavenging brown earth in pursuance of nourishment.
Raisin' a ruckus, as sunrise's alarm clock, awakening
us to day's dawning.
Evening enters the scene-
skies with the bluest glow,
encompass our yard with warm
Chirping of crickets comes through
a choir with harmonies so rich,
their melodies sooth the night-
with lullabies writ by nature's own hand.
Ever increasing twilight as daylight fades into night,
blankets tallest trees-
with a soot-colored quilt-
provoking nighttime's celestial sphere,
to appear more rapidly.
As blue converts to darkness,
I'm reassured by a fuzzy green blanket,
wearing an older sweatshirt
with an eagle and town signature on it,
that once belonged to my father.
unfolds like a prayer,
at each day's close.
Season of serenity,
caressing evening and day.