The crow serenade
Enjoy your cover of green today
It’s September with a filtering, flittering
Away of the understory
Enjoy the warmth, this glowing afternoon
Not a wisp of cloud
Or a visible breeze
Enjoy your fattening plenty
Of wild dark berries
Scattered field weeds seeding
Enjoy dusk light as sun dips
While Bach played on Lute
Is your evening lullaby