Gaze, upon the gray night reveal of autumn, with twinkling stars.
Twilight of distant light seems quiet, un-forcibly showing beauty.
This time of year, is like natures medicine, for repairing scars.
Preparing for the future seasons, which must relinquish their duty,
Listen, as you can hear, the last calls of the insects that will sleep.
The occasional call, of the flying mammalian, searching for food,
Within the wooded areas, other creatures linger, without a peep.
Bedding, in the fallen leaves, to rest, blessing their animalistic mood,
The humid days, without the misty rains, cause distaste to some.
The days of misty rain, set the pace, for winters regard and plans.
Cool evenings; bring savoring happiness, allowing all to hum.