Chorus of crickets harmonizing as a soft breeze
combs the trees,
branches gently swaying...
Harvest moon winking at me through filmy clouds
in the autumn sky,
a familiar face.
Memories flood back. I close my eyes recalling
games of hide 'n seek
with childhood friends...
Running, tripping in the dark through yards,
over rock and bushes
to touch Home Base.
Autumn's cool breath mixing with summer's
waning warmth beckons me
to stay and listen...
But turning a deaf ear to go inside and close
the door and miss
the chance to rest.
Tonight I pray Old Man Moon and cricket friends
resume their autumn play
for an audience of one...
Sitting in my Adirondack chair, head back,
absorbing the sight and sounds
of nature's best.
