I see Autumn through,
my front door,
I walk along,
an Autumn road,
A footpath in the forest,
a throughway in the,
Tenderly,
the leaves fall,
as the Summer,
All day I write,
staring at,
Have you ever been,in the woods at night?
The first light,
after a rainstorm,
I love the mist,
that comes with,
days of rain,
There is a week,
every year,
Gently in the night,
I hear the rain fall,