Be Still

Be still the ground below Wafting from high the leaves Detached and fall cover before snow Naked trees gray now barren Birds still sing as the sun rises Later now and there’s a chilly air Squirrels hidden nuts abound in pots Once gardens flourished now all bare The old dogs’ gait a bit slower But I feel that mine is as well Chipmunks run along the fence He barks but chippy is fast as hell Be still I tell him chippy will come back He looks at me lies down calm I lie beside him the sky grows black Fresh fall air dampness in the realm.