A Change In The Air (Poem)

The sun hesitates in the morning,

Granting the darker hours ascendancy

And paying obeisance to the moon.

The birds have packed away their frolicking trills,

Relinquishing the song field to the mournful cries

Of the winter geese.

The long rumble of the train becomes more a part of the natural world,

No longer rudely breaking into the gaudy landscape

Of baseball games, outdoor markets, and marathons.

I help wooly worms cross the trail,

Lest they be crushed by unwitting travelers.

Seasons still change in the mountains.

Fall has arrived.