WHISPERS OF THE COMING NIGHT


Slow breezes wisp by
Moving light leaves of fall
Brown and yellow dancing and streaking
Down empty streets

A gray sky laying low over head
Soft mist filling the air
Clinging lightly to any surfaces
Collecting, then running down walls

Concrete and pavement gathering moister
As they become dark and glisten
Under the lessoning sun
Trees seem to weep with the water from the sky

Needles on evergreens form droplets
Evenly falling randomly to the ground
Whispers of the coming night
As valleys erupt quietly with humid fog

Michael V Hechtman Copyright � 2001