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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

It is Raining





The demeanor of earth is meek
Its bravado of scarlet-gold waning
Layers its splendor beneath our feet
Dawn remains dark; it is raining

The rustle of parched leaf and husk
Stills in the sodden breeze
Where thought is moody; pensive then brusque
Restless with memories

The dark bleeds into the day
Heavy with tears from the sky
Autumnal beauty is falling away
Stripping the earth of its sigh

Soon the weeping air will be still
Save for the sullen moan
Of winter’s groaning, grievous chill
Turning the sod to stone

The demeanor of earth is meek
Its glorious bravado is raining
In sodden petals beneath our feet
Dawn remains dark; fall is waning

© Janet Martin





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