Shelter from the Rain

Clouds, sun white

circle the morning,

fading dreams surf the edges.

Serrated memories

of a guitar,

a lost brother

to years strummed by.


Morning seeks shelter

from drizzling rain.

This ever changing season

of falling leaves and winds shifting,

laid bare across auburn fields

beneath a cawing sky.


I recall the fresh scents of Spring

and the glow of the Summer’s sun

when we drifted through bracken hills

crossed a trickling stream of mossy stone,

and paused to listen to a chime of wrens

on the tail end of new buds,

on this misty October day.

misty autumn google


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