Thoughts Of Fall Poem by Katharine L. Sparrow

A curl of wood smoke, apple-spiced,
twists toward the stars, emerging—
a looming moon, like candle's glow
with chilly night converging.
The insects trill a timid song,
as if they can't remember
the lyrics of a summer's night,
chased off by late September.
And as the earth's face turns around
to warm the southern oceans
my melancholy musings turn
to circumspect devotions.
A yielding sigh, my breath plumes out
beneath the starry sprawl—
I turn and head back to the house,
my thoughts tucked in to fall.