11.9.15 As the night draws itself about us

I stand in my front yard, in my slippers deep in leaves, as the pup complains on his rope, as the sky darkens, as the sun slowly sets.

     Far below me glimmers the river, visible to us now, almost magical in it's sudden fall appearance, which we relish greedily until Spring brings the burst of leaves , of obscuring once again the broad powerful waters flowing for so very long.

      Somehow when the last light is cast across the woods, it highlights first one tree, then another small gathering of colorful leaves. A stand of ferns, the company of Blue jays, paused up on a broad branch.

     The far off call of geese traveling by. The sudden flight of a Red Tail Hawk, and it's babe, whom it flies beneath, protectively, calling out and being answered by the small one.

     All these things calm and quiet, as the night draws itself about us like a comforting embrace.