A deep autumn's night

• Laura James, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

Moonlight streams through the thick autumn fog.

Its eerie glow glazes the ponds;

Silhouetts of trees grab at the wind...

Whirling and stirring up leaves.

The nocturnal emerge at the call of the coyote

Sending bats screeching through the night.

Hooting owls awaken the darkness,

And streams trickle...

Leaving no trail.

The town clock chimes, bringing the next season nearer.

Soon all creation will come to a halt.

The passing of winter

They anxiously await.

Most know spring will soon arrive

Bringing then,

Summer after

And fall will then again thrive