The shadows drift down through the trees
And shimmer in the gentle breeze
The dried leaves crackle underfoot
The chimney’s belching smoke and soot
The nightfall moves in like a cat
With moments ripe to have a chat.
A chill is in the air it seems
Soon time for reverie and dreams
The quiet shifts into the past
I think the day now breathes its last !
Claire V. Bogdanos 