A Fall That Speaks of Rain

As per a rainy autumn walk.

"And I rose in rainy autumn and walked abroad
  in a shower of all my days.”
  —Dylan Thomas

Apples strewn in random panorama,
frosty Jack longs for autumn‘s better half.
Trees transcend with red and yellow raiment,
each glorious painted leaf a show piece.
Rain clouds fade to scenes of nature’s wonder.

Then we walk along a cobblestone street
holding hands, ecstatic and spent for each
electric intake of sweet scent we breathe.

Remind me how often raindrops occur
as a conveyor of fine ambrosia.
Ice must abide--for now, even Bambi
nuzzles lovingly in fresh sheets of rain.


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Writer’s Cramp
9-21-16