Fall Rain
Published in
Jun 15, 2024
The nature theme in my grandmother’s poetry continues with this undated gem.
Coldly, it falls,
Down on the leaves of the flowers.
Coldly, it falls on memories so dear.
Coldly, it tries to dull the mind of thoughts far away.
Of lost years, empty of love and joy
Just like the fall rain tonight.
*Although this poem is undated, from its content, if I had to guess I’d say it was written sometime after my grandfather had passed in 1966.
