Autumn

 

The rain falls softly. Its cadence marches across my rooftop, tapping at my bedroom window, calming my mind and stirring my soul. Its life-giving rhythm moves me to write, to create something that relates the feeling of dark serenity to whomever may stumble upon my words. I long to stretch my fingers into the coldness of the night and hold the joy of it high for all to embrace.

My words fall silently still as the quiet longing welling forth from within my soul has not yet taught me that for which I crave. So, I sit in my bed alone, me and the soft autumn rain. She is my bespoken this night, softly whispering into my ear her sweet melodies. Others will cry as the looming winter draws nigh. Still, others will mourn the summer's end. But she will be my mistress adorned in bright hues glowing in the waning sun. 

Twilight’s somber setting beckons early embrace, drawing me closer, tighter with her dusky chill to the ones I love ever so much. Her plump sugar-maple lips drop with the dew of monstrous tales and behind her ember glow eyes, dance the laughs of many friends.

She is the healing moonglow spilling ever so softly across my bed, waking me with a gentle peace. She is my gift, she is Autumn.



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