Atumanal Poem #4 - November Night Rain

Cool evening walks in the autumn rains bring a washing away of the year before. All growth is ceased but only to begin again after slumber and contemplation of the winter.  The smells of a rain in the fall are different than those in the spring or summer. Not unpleasant, but more earthy and basic.

Another bad poem for Autumn.

November Night Rain

Promising puddles, only teasing snow

Dark night autumnal rain,
An artist
Creating a collage show.

Of wet leaves, layers of sycamore leaf

Across concrete walks and roads
And grass
Silent sighs, a final dying grief.

Street lights are a sun streak
From a different world
Where dark
Is light and warmth bleak.

Hidden earth smells arise, surround me

In still air that moves like
Miasmic
Phantoms of lost moments, I can no longer see.

Shedding the old and embracing true

The new wonders that
Still slumber
Awakened only when I see you.