BATTLE OF THE EQUINOX

Grass so tall it tickles,
When the wind caresses it’s blades.
The sun is settling the dispute,
Slowly giving into the night as it fades.

Eyes set at half mast
Are the witness to the splendor in the celestial sphere.
Yellow, orange and pinks battle and submit
As purple, blue and indigos become the new frontier.

Swiftly the wind blows whipping foliage in it’s wake
Never bothered, the spectator lingers ever still
Eyes remain set at half mast 
As though the heaven lacked the ability to cause them to fill.

Diamonds protrude from the blanketed evening,
Shinning brightly in effort to widen it’s observer’s eyes.
It’s glory goes on in vain,
Along with the crickets mating cries.

Summer scent too sweet to surpass,
Manages to, with this one soul,
Is it due to the lazy appraisal,
Or has winter taken a permanent hold?

The wind tries once more,
Whipping with newfangled gallantry,
Crickets increase their symphony tenfold,
As the night performs with a silent plea.

With unspoken beauty, night and nature become as one
An orchestra and a play presenting the world as the stage
Eyes widen at the scene unfolding,
And life received it praise.