[Poem] Last Night Of September

The bugs are clicking in the trees

and the sound of frogs and crickets

echo in the near distance  

There is little light now but I can

still see the silhouette of branches

stretch overhead in a dark blue sky

All will be black soon

and the stars will appear and bid

this month adieu

It is unseasonably warm

but the tides are turning

and the damp grey autumn

yearns to stick its feet in the ground

I've had few moments 

like this this year

Quiet reflections at dusk

often lend the opportunity to recharge

The leaves will be falling soon

and there will be much to do

before winter takes a breath

But for now, this night is a retreat

A symphony of nocturnal creatures

A break from responsibilities

A brief escape from all that is

Lee L. Lind