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



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


fireflies descend into

tall grass




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