Today the sound of rain is over my head, in the leaves.
For a month it will get more and more silent
As the canopy thins, even as each drop more directly
hits its mark it will be more and more like a whisper
of something going away, until the level of leaf is ground
and then in the first cold rain a new sound like a cough
rattling to life instead of death, louder and colder will
arise from the earth, for a few times anyway reminding
us that nothing not even death stops talking until the
first snowflake tells it utterly and quietly to shut up.
Keep talking, Jeff. Thank you.
I second that, Ann.
Thanks to you both! I almost think I was channeling C., she of the Optional Poetry blog, when I wrote this.
It all counts, Jeff.
Wow! How you capture this season! Just wonderful.
Thanks–such change in the fall. It is full of unique sensory phenomena like this–like, there’s a height i am used to hearing rain at…
Yes! I understand. The leaves may be dying but the earth is ripe with material to inspire us.