Autumn Morning After Midnight Rain...

Midnight rain slumbers; a mantle on morn

Scarf of frothed jewels on frost-fingered corn

Summer sleeps somewhere beneath tumbled row

Of ghost-garden graveyards where sweet echoes blow

Whisper of wishes and worries subside

Soft is the raiment of midnight’s rain-tide

Seeping its sigh to the core of the soul

Willing our wants to a Higher Control

Ocean of moments are swept to the sky

Fallow and fortune, a wink of the eye

Here in the balance twixt morning and night

We join all nature in Time’s transient flight

Pendulums play out another swift hour

Autumn falls prey to its ethereal pow’r

But, in the still morning after midnight-rain

Mercy breathes courage to trust once again

© Janet Martin