Vespers Poem by Kevin Fisher-paulson

Lazy winds curl round the edges
of an evening in late summer.
Slender crickets chirp of passion
through the grass, down leaves of umber.

Clouds are turning all too violet
Sun is redding all too quickly.
Shadows lengthen into darkness,
musk of autumn all too thickly.

Sparrow’s call becomes the nightlark’s,
deep horizon filled with winging.
Feathers thicken, flocking southward,
echoes of the summer singing.

Day has ended, lilacs remembered.
Chill whistles: September.