The wind is intermitting, dry and light
It rustles the trees and leaves
with silent gracefulness
The eye catches a
glance of the honey auburn leaves
The night world is listening
to every sound echoing
The moon light illuminates
on the lake
while fish disrupt
the reflection
The eye sees two moons
one on the lake and one in the sky
The sounds are slowly dying
The creatures sense something
a disturbance in the air of night
Here it comes, the wind, intermitting, dry and light
