On these end-of-summer nights,
just before I go to bed,
I step outside for a few minutes,
to be enclosed by the darkness.
Forming two funnels
to amplify sounds,
I cup my ears
to better hear
the crickets
of September;
knowing
the coming silence
of November.
© 2016 Richard Havenga
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