A phoebe sings now
from the next rooftop,
pumpkins are stacked upon hay bales,
and sunrise lights the sky in spreading fires.
At last, moments between tourists lengthen
and first drops of rain rise earth scents up,
up, around, and beyond.
Sleeping things wake, traveling ones return,
the cold sneaks back in cover of night.
More stars will be visiting
with the approaching new moon.