out for an evening walk
only the sound of graveled footsteps
and the whippoorwills call
poor will, poor will
his plaintive cry
echoing across the cove
as the stars rise
in the darkling sky
thecourseofourseasons
Observations from the Garden
out for an evening walk
only the sound of graveled footsteps
and the whippoorwills call
poor will, poor will
his plaintive cry
echoing across the cove
as the stars rise
in the darkling sky
thecourseofourseasons 
Nice feel to this
What a beautiful photo and poem!