Autumn Spirits

As a bright moon peers through barren trees

Cricket softly sings the last song before the freeze

As the days grow shorter, our shadows grow longer

Walk into the sun,  shadow follows me

Sun behind me, shadow precedes me

The grand Pin Oak

still holds its dead leaves

Squirrels are grateful for leafy, lofty mansions

Cobwebs and leaves always find the corners

as surely as 

a mouse in the house and a cricket in my basement

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So,

we go back inside

where seasons of introspection reside

a time for self examination

a time for Reorder