Battle of the Equinox

The pond grows strangely quiet,

Geese and goslings fled weeks ago,

Cicadas no longer sing of love,

Sated bullfrogs sleep in,

Turtles are not sunning on the bank,

Fish refuse to break the surface,

The heron has gone hunting elsewhere.

Autumn equinox arrives tomorrow,

Draws depression’s curtain and

Reminds us night will overwhelm the day.

Soon ice will slick the bridges,

Chill witches prepare to silhouette the moon.

Only a few crickets refuse to retreat

Until a killing frost crests the hill.

9-21-25