#WritcoPoemPrompt119

The shadows of surrounding trees,
The hooting of an owl,
Enchanting whispers of the breeze,
Through brush a distant howl.

The eve grew thick in nightly sounds,
A melody of dusk,
I paced the still and silent grounds,
Their songs in windy gusts.

My soul was filled with loving joy,
To touch the falling leaves,
Feeling like a little boy,
It put my heart at ease.

The western autumn wind, it came,
It laid upon the...