I remember those September nights a’rocking on the porch

With the easy evening breezes licking round the candle torch

Golden splashes, shadowed lashes in the fading dusky light

Flickered flames like mentioned names that all dissolve into the night

Wood joints clicking, needles picking yarn up in tight stitches

Crickets pattering, sparrows chattering down in brushy ditches

Killdeer keening, red hawks preening out in half bare trees

Furry flashes – rabbit dashes through dry cornfield seas

Wood smoke thinned on the wind, tendrils whispering of fall

Russet scent of cornhusks spent, first of harvest’s haul

Cooling tea beside my knee of chamomile and mint

Wafting slow in low sun’s glow, a pearl of china glint

Sunset brushes red rouge blushes over rippling plains

Darkness washes liquid splashes, spreading azure stains

Pinpoint stars from sprinkled jars wink across the sky

Summer night and pale moonlight, a memory lullaby