Sitting together on a porch,

firs rustling in the dark,

a bite of Autumn not far ahead

and the two of us, quiet,

as the deep smells of forest, of earth,

fill the air, and I dream

of an hour spent with you, my love,

doing nothing but savoring

the silence and solitude

a night of the cabin, watching stars

and looming thunderstorms

while the nail thin rail of a moon

hangs low, slender white curve

in purpling dusk.