The wind flows gently through the leaves of fall
as the ebbing day dwindles to a silent end.
The peaceful sound of the cricket’s call
rings out to a new found friend.
The bird’s goodnight call sweetly sings
in the stilling of the evening hours.
A flower’s soft petals curl up to sleep
and dream away the night’s rain showers..
A falling star descends in the night
and so comes to an end a star
in it’s last existing plight.
© 2008 Jan C. Snow