The Long Night
The air hung heavily
depressed by the golden fall
of the sugar maples leaves
ripe with the sweet smell of Ida Red apples.
Rain-washed the breeze blew
through the clapboard’s chinks
into the closeted rooms of man.
Rabbits, raccoons and deer forage
amongst the autumn crops of chard and kale.
All of creation
prepares
for the long night.
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