An Ode to Rain In Autumn (Fall Poems #1)

And it's just like rain on fresh autumn leaves,

The pattern that all of this always weaves.

You cross stitch, knit, crochet your way

And find yourself upon today.

Feel not special, but still do smile,

For it's indeed been quite a while

Since autumn's seen a new creature,

This alarming new midseason feature.

Fallen appendages lie on the ground,

Red and orange foliage scattered around.

From crunchy and crisp, red, juicy, and ripe

To withered and wet and soggy they gripe.

They signify change, I always knew

Something they told that seemed so true.

And they signify difference, none are the same

We are all special, not only by name.

But their color, once precious, vibrant hues

Has faded, the rain did, time did too,

But the water has washed other things too,

And time's weathered for years, and now- you.

You, you new welcomed, you new join us now,

You fall and you grace cross the wet leave mound,

And cover the leaves now a distasteful brown

You change and retouch the dull tint of this town,

For now- before it is sweet winter white

Let it again be a fall-worthy sight.

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In honor of the weather we are supposed to have tomorrow. In honor of my favorite season of late. The first of my fall poems.