September Night

        Silence
        and a deeper silence
        when the crickets
        hesitate
            - Summer Haiku, Leonard Cohen

Around the campfire
smell of burning
leaves in
silence.

Crickets serenade
to soothe
the circling dark.
And a deeper silence

swoops down after
a muted splash
quiets the band,
when the crickets

pause – for an instant
nothing rings out like a gong,
for an instant our heartbeats
hesitate.