Another poem about the changing season |
It was the titter-tattering, pitter-pattering of a cool autumn rain That played upon the leaves above in falls' glorious refrain How the sound of cascading drops upon the leaves did play Allowed me to lie in my bed the better part of the autumnal day To lie, to dwell, to dream about how blessed my life has been To remember all my precious gifts, to think about my kindly friends Their thoughts, their prayers, their helping hands all along the way They each have helped to mold me into the man you see today Oh how I love the autumn rain as it plays upon resplendent leaves As quietly I am standing here listening, beneath their glorious eaves The misty dampness and autumnal breezes insist I dare not stay Although I linger for a little while, now I surely must be on my way To have felt that rain upon my brow when I walked this mossy ground And stood and listened to the softness of soothing, quiet, rainy sound The alluring music that was made that day a symphony could not play It's times such as these that gives one pause, to wonders of the day I hope that eternity allows me many things, memories most of all Of family, friends, love and such but mostly of the quiet rains in fall The gnawing and the bustle of life that can wear a person down Were washed away by the quiet rains that fell upon this ground In days of past and decades longer to which I cannot riposte They are specters now, visions past, all dressed up as ghosts The autumn days, her wondrous rains, will play up in the wood As I lie beneath the quiet ground, listening, lying there for good |