Nightfall

Doug Morse

14 Sep 2025 — 1 min read

Scintillating, 10,000 crickets thrumming throbbing sound,

Sing down the day and bring the night around

The pleading stars reflect their cries

Even as the twilight dies

Each breath smells of pine from heat of summer day

Made harsh with smoke of burning forest twenty miles away

A river of cool air down the right-of-away without warning

Next month it will feather the nest of the valley sharp frost, downy edges, early autumn‘s morning

Seeking solace, tribulations blessed away

Forest silences thoughts as I turn towards the end of the day

New Use of an Old Camera

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Soft sodden air of the twilit forest Snap of fallen drops, formed of mist and pines Rain-blackened trunks parade down-slope Pale bleached-yellow of fern Like spirits of their brown bracken brothers Wraiths of mist hang and sweep through the rain-dark trees Flash of white, a pause, ghostly gray The deer

Use of AI in my Writings

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A History of Whaling at Lake Pend Orielle

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New Use of an Old Camera

Ghosts in the Forest

Use of AI in my Writings

A History of Whaling at Lake Pend Orielle