"Autumn's Rhythm"

On this autumn night I sit quietly. Listening to the rhythm of the rain gently tapping on the tin roof that hovers ore my shack. Outside my tattered windows I listen to the rhythm of the crickets as they sing their love songs into the night. And way off into the darkness, a bob cat prowling to the rhythm of it's prey. The mountains that surround my solitude seem to move ever so gently as the cascading moonlight descends behind another. The rhythm of the trees dance to the mild gust of winds that seem to appease us at this time of year. Natures melody with its choir of leafs gently sway to and fro with the rhythm of the branches that crack and creak like these old bones of mine. And the rhythm of my old wooden rocking chair seems to add to the tempo of the creaks and cracks of those old trees. To the north of where I sit, streaks of lightning I see across the skies. Dancing to the rhythm of it's thunder like two old soul mates in the night. And all at once I feel inside this old heart that's growing old. Slowly, beating softly, with a rhythm of it's own.

By: Sandy/San-d copyright@2001 Sandra/San-d