As Evening Seizes Day

now sadly does October wane as evening seizes day streetlights - ever earlier call us home from play lone mittens of forever lost never to be found as their faces slowly shrink once glowing pumpkins frown discarded candy wrappers mark dark trails of monster glee chocolate faced imposters dream of things they couldn’t be gardens stunned by frost’s exhale bow to season’s end tuck beneath flannel robes Oak and Maple blend above, trees play wooden “Taps” mourning nests undone soft rat-a-tat of wooden sticks played on now hollow drum. John G. Lawless ©10/25/2018