Rain Falls as Autumn Begins to Write

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

We’ve had a dry and pleasant stretch of days
as Summer finished up her work and took
her leave. There’s more to do but dank malaise
makes doing much less likely. I just look

as rain falls. Finally, it does restore.
Land thirsts much more for water than those hot
and sunny days that seemed to stretch before
us like they’d never end. I think I ought

to write more often but it takes a lot
of effort and these raindrops made a mess
of Summer’s exit and then I forgot
what I tried hard to say so I said yes.

I send these words to you while warm rain falls.
More leaves are dropping, turning. Autumn calls.

Photo by William J Spirdione