Even though the cold wind is
Making my food go cold, I cannot
Bring myself to shut out
The semi autumnal night.

The first morning of September
Was bright and temperate, but
Rather than heralding an
Indian summer, it would seem
That it was summer’s swansong.

A scant twelve hours later,
This could be a different world:
The still present green of a
Lush, wet summer is dulled by
The monochrome skies and
Serious rain of autumn.

It seems almost as though
The weather is obeying the
Human calendar for once.

I won’t close my eyes and complain.
I refuse to wish it any different.
Instead, I allow myself to see
The beauty in the rain when
It is caught by headlights and
Streetlights, and hear its
Comforting song as it caresses
The Earth and my windows.

For me, the rain is now
An unnecessary lullaby, so
I can at last enjoy it for the
Beautiful melody it is.
Moreover, the world is somewhere
In which I now feel welcome
And at home, so I can see
All of its beauty too.

09/01/2008

Posted on 09/01/2008
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