I watched the darkness come down
as the breeze rushed by
and the sawyers started to sound
their aching choir, sorrows wound
in a cricket's cry
I watched the lights spring awake
in a dark-eyed casement
trimmed with paint, starting to flake,
saw reflected the glassy green lake
on the glazed encasement
I heard the whisper of leaves in the wind,
breath of Fall creeping
into the colour of grasses that bend
their tawny heads low, in gusts that send
geese to the sky, weeping
I felt the sigh of Autumn's chill
breathe down my spine,
paint bushes aflame, gild the hill,
tinge the air crisp, and spill
out the scent of pine
I saw the day fall into slumber
and stars blink awake,
a silent host too many to number
over black bear with heavy lumber
shown by aspen's quake
