In the distance whizzing whistling of wind/
leaves leaving they no longer want to branch/
the romantic sways of the trees seduced into a trance/
embers crackling moonlight pierces the window frost/
squeaking of stiff wooden boards/
sounds of the still/
wolves howl hoots of the night owl/
falling stars decorate enhance the onyx skies/
surreptitiously cold seeps cause a brevity of sleep/
Flame of the lantern flutters/
Abstract shadows on the cupboards/
Antsy impetuous croaking crickets/
The wee hours are upon us/
The due protrudes the railing on the porch/ The crisp air signifies the north/