A rabbit returned safely to lair
Flute like voices filled the air
Wings fluttered with rustling leaves
Warmth lost to a cooling breeze
Sky flicked in and out of sight
Coloring leaves created moments of night
Soft brushing of earth and water
Added the jazzing drummer’s meter
Walking called attention
To grass softly sweeping denim
Not just escaping an empty room
I am part of the season’s tune
© 1996 Tim D. Coulter Sr