Autumn's chill at last in the night air, in half-moon shadows where the foxes bark across fields I listen to a car running down to the valley along the dark road. Why does a passing car in the night seem so much more forlorn when the night is cold? The waning drone of the engine enlarges the emptiness. sings distance, leaves a void of silence greater than it disturbed.
by Yvor Winters
The houses Are more bare And nothing Dims the hills.
October Comes and goes And in the moonlight I wait for winter.
The silence Is like moonlight In one thing: That it hides nothing.