Before The Frost

Honeybees dart between the black-eyed Susans and zinnias
A frenzy that seems so foreign to this serene crystalline day at summer’s end
The air is pure before the frost and harvest moon
The night transparent velvet.

The Night Is So Silent

The night is so silent
Time seems immutable
The stars appear still as the river exhales mist
Giving off its summer warmth
A plane passes beside Cassiopeia
The moon rises.