I awake to the sound
Of pattering rain,
See it trickling down
The window pane.
My view is awash
In a sepia tone.
The brilliant fall colors
Relinquish their throne.
I crack the window,
Just a bit,
Gather 'round my blanket,
Find a place to sit.
Breathe in the smell
Of autumn rain,
Memories like shadows
Come again.
The raindrops reflect
My peaceful mood.
Gathering at the eaves
With their watery brood.
The world transforms
Into a watercolor scene.
Some abstract landscape
In a forgotten dream.
The rain now slows,
Becomes soft and faint.
The colors of the morn
Are like Indian paint.
Rich and deep
Are the myriad hues.
It's beauty uplifts me.
My spirit renews.
The sun now parts
Its misty shroud,
Hanging in tatters
Of wispy cloud.
Mother Earth turns
To her great Sun God.
She glistens in repose
Amidst her leafy facade.
A stretch of timbered limbs,
She now starts to wake.
The sun ducks behind clouds
For his beloved's sake.
She arises in beauty,
Relishing the stain
Of the clinging droplets
Of autumn rain.

... Moone

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