Our Place in the Cosmos

As a bright moon peers through barren trees Cricket softly sings the last song before the freeze As the days grow shorter, our shadows grow longer Walk into the sun,  shadow follows me Sun behind me, shadow precedes me The grand Pin Oak still holds its dead leaves Squirrels are grateful for leafy, lofty mansions Cobwebs and leaves always find the corners as surely as  a mouse in the house and a cricket in my basement ___ So, we go back inside where seasons of introspection reside a time for self examination a time for Reorder