I REMEMBER

the thickness of night

as a cool blanket of air

slips onto the yard

lifting out

a day of warmth

 

windows shut

sweaters appear

 

a dark lakes surface

humbles even the brave

 

inside

cabin lights extinguish

like falling stars

 

night sounds filter

through aged screened windows

the aroma of pine lingers

heavy in the air

 

soft voices respect

those preparing for bed

 

frogs call out

while

fireflies descend into

tall grass

 

 

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