After Labour Day

After Labour Day summer sizzled pressure of humanity has retreated into the city like a mollusk into its shell the stillness is echoed from the bark of a farm dog, the call of coyote in the grain fields hunting geese gleaning wheat wolf song from deep within the woods all of the wild world shudders as if to shake loose bindings of fear breathes a sigh of relief mistaken for lazy winds with last warmth Sounds have changed no longer voices calling children homefrom the water or the happy chatter of sun-sated worshippers comparing browns returning to the scent of grills cooking dinner now the chatter of waring squirrels stealing each others acorns to fill frigid bellies come winter, geese are packing up the goslings for their first flight south I smile my widest selfish grin sitting on the porch glorying in the, finally alone-ness, of it all mine now through the somber months but not before the flame of winter’s kiss brings the glory of spectacular endings to my door..