Wood smoke and cold air
rushing past your face as a breeze.
Dry leaves
drifting in the air
crunch under your feet as you walk
making crackling noises
in the autumn night air.
You see a light go out in a house,
then another,
only to be mirrored in the stars.
With the moon shining down on you
you are free
and peaceful.
Cold Autmn Night by Ancamna


