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