RAINS OF AUTUMN - Poem

 

POEM #419
THE RAINS OF AUTUMN
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(Copyright 2022, by Dave Kiffer)
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Are often held as something sad.
An ending, a dark cloud blotting
Out the sun as the daylight lessens
And we trudge, grudgingly, into
The seasons where the only light
On our faces is the indoor kind,
With its imperfect warmth,
It’s crackle of an incandescent sun.
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But there is also a cleansing.
And not just of the broken leaves
Lying fallow in the driveways
Or the fish melting in the streams.
The merciful rains wash over us
And all that is past is gone.

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