An Autumn Song by William Crisp
My well-earned paranoia prevents me from being too specific about how and where I sleep. It is sufficient to say that I lay with a clear view of the sky and breathing fresh air, year round. I see the stars, comets, clouds and lighting. I hear coyotes sing.
On Saturday night into early morning, on the opening day of archery season, I saw and heard Mother Nature herself declare the true first day of autumn. The light changed and the stars were in a different spot. It was warm but wet
(Full story in the Cameron County Echo on the news stand)