Will you stay here
with me for a while,
your beauty in treetops,
your presence felt
through open windows?
Can I meet you in
the deep hours of night,
felt but not heard,
singing in the silence,
a blanket beneath still stars?
Or will you pass by,
so soon to leave me here,
lonesome and hallow,
not to settle around me
like the hasty winter's stay?
There's something about the crisp fall breeze
that's so calming