Night Song

It is still dark.

The crickets sing with delightful abandon.

Outside, the moon is bright and casts

long shadows across the yard.

Cool air moves gently

and is sweet with the scent of

undetermined plants.

A parfum of the waning night.

I hear the trucks 

on distant highway,

hurrying to meet their driving deadlines.

They are a melody over the

relentless rhythm of

cricket-song.

Chirp--chirp--chirp.

They play their symphony

frantically, without fail.

The sky is slowly softening toward light

 yet Luna, 

so intense, 

She wears a halo.

It is a fleeting Autumn moment.....

To be gone later in the hours.

But for now,

I savor being one of the 

Autumn People. 

Pax....