In the Cool of the Evening...

Stars cascading into place
     a northern cross upon the moon's face
the heat of the day is gone without a trace
    just a memory night will eventually erase...

The evening is still, there is not sound
     as though i am the only one around
no birds sing, no car radios pound
    as i breathe in the quiet i can almost taste...

The trees are still, no breeze blows
     leaving me again to wonder where does the wind go?
if i had the answer would the wonder grow
    or would my thoughts still give chase?

Changes in temperature,
     changes in Nature
changes in man,
if a guess i venture....