in the rain
birds return to the feeder
swooping down 
then again
to the branches above
in some pattern
i do not yet

a tree shakes its branches
against a backdrop of gray skies
i wonder if it is fearful of winter
to release 
to shed its leaves
but it does not seem concerned
it is so in love with this
this precious moment 
this moment
no worries at all
about when the last cricket
will stop
and the nights stretch longer 
and longer