Autumn Nights

The breeze blows softly

On these autumn nights

Leaves are blown up

And downs falls moonlight.


The sky is pale black

The tree limbs slowly shake

The wind rustles the grass

And the nightowl soon awakes.


The air is noticeably colder now

Sweet songs of birds in flight

Memories of the days gone bye

And promises of more autumn nights.


October 8, 1988