The fallen leaves protested loudly
as they were disturbed from their rest
to be swept across the lightly wooded landscape.
The wind, uncaring to the leaves plight, continued to howl,
embedding a strong sense of foreboding
in all those who have the misfortune
of being out at such a late hour.
The moon, whose presence should have been visible in the sky
was unable to ease the tension,
for a thick layer of clouds had come with the wind
to obscure her light.
It was the perfect time to be at home,
curled tight under warm blankets,
safely hidden away from
the crying leaves,
the uncaring wind,
and the moonless sky.