One Fall Evening

Rhapsodic melodies from shadows depth Are the sounds in the darkness before me, As the owl, loon and crickets sing: “Come out into the night we implore thee.” A harvest moon bathes me in a luster That stirs my melancholy soul, As I wander about the autumn landscape On a leisurely evening stroll. Cool moist air permeates all things That surrounds me in this rural scene, And the smell and sound of rustling leaves Makes it all so very euphorically serene. And so realizing the importance of Divinely regulated conditions, I am once again reminded of the reason, For cycles such as these Are quite necessary you see: That is why they are called “Seasons.”