Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Rainy Autumn

Fall came in with rain
After the summer heat had gone
The days were quite and grey
The kind that make you feel alone
Clouds hung low and dark
The rain drifted misty and then
Came down torrents and sheets
Before abating to nothing again
Rainy days and nights
Followed one behind the other
The soggy driping world
Seemed wet and chilled all over
The leaves on maples and oak
Were starting  their autumn show
Bright spots in the gloom
With a softer pastel glow
Cool foggy days
Pass with a melancholy creep
Waiting for the returning sun
After this dripping week
When the sun comes shining through
And lights the autumn hills
And the colors rush to change
The nights grow clear and chill
Then the days will shine
The mountains dress like kings
In royal colored robes
In reds and yellows and greens
Then my spirits lift
And fly on the wandering breeze
Above the ancient mountains
And the brightly colored trees

© James L Frady, September 27, 2015