Light bugs hovering in the dark
flicker like a universe of tempered eyes
Whispers through the air gust on by,
leaving resplendent sycamores barren
Chickadees flutter and head north
in black caps for the ball game
Timber ignites under the flame
to feed the shortage of warmth
A malefic fall of flakes
kill all but the evergreens
Morning is still,
a calm for caroling
- Jg