Darkness, light and warmth
Scattered in the fields and woods.
Now the munching goat.
Goldenrod clusters;
Shiny silver filaments;
A blue cloudless sky.
Even the dog's late,
Lulled by the tranquillity,
And barks when I'm past.
A shock of red leaves
Hangs over the pickup truck
As if from nowhere.
Red among the green--
Autumn's palette emerges,
Silent harbingers.
In the far windows
Of the wrecked abandoned house
Four bottles watch out.
How the bugs love shade;
They buzz in my ears, nose, eyes.
(I'm disturbing them?}
A lone cricket sings;
A squirrel rustles up a tree;
Distant lawn mower.
A frog and a snake
Poised stock still by the roadside.
One's alive; one's not.
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