Signaling the End of Summer
Tiny flickering shadows surround us
by our burning campfire,
Billowing vapors of smoke
wash across the vermillion colored sunset,
A rising disk of radiance fills the sky
becoming a voluptuous red-tinted moon,
Green darkness creeping into the deep seeded
woods as shadows become as sharp as
drawn in with black ink.
Moonlight casts movements from dancing critters of the night,
Among the balsam sprigs and silvery ferns,
Wild cries surprise us as birch leaves billow with a chilled breeze,
An entire summer gone like the changing colors
on the maple leaves fluttering gracefully to land in cold springs.
–J. E. Cook ©2014