Another Fall Writing Prompt

two years later, and ...tah dah! another writing prompt on Fall.  This one elicited a poem that I'm honing:

Evensong graces the autumn night

tree frogs and locusts pulse, slowly now

as the Harvest Moon rises over the

eastern hillside, full of itself.

Cornstalks whisper their dry secrets as owls

whooo-hoo across the river bottom.

The breeze carries news of the fall, the aroma

of decaying leaves permeates

the night.  Great cottonwoods drop

softly their golden attire

onto the

patient

earth.