"Autumn's end"

by Lianne Olive Hennig

Footpaths, glistening darkly;
 Buildings, jutting starkly
Against a sky of easy grey.

Grass, so green and weeping;
Airborne raindrops leaping
From trees that wildly sway.

Strange world of clouded coldness,
It’s freshness showing boldness;
It’s darkness lights the day.

Listen to the rain fall,
The steady, pounding din.
Smell the sweetness of it’s breath.
Drink it’s pureness in.

Alone, each benumbed form,
So cold, a coat cannot make warm
A body chilled to bone.

Fingers stiff in frozen skin.
Toes that make their presence known.
Nose that seems to swell and glow.
Living stone moves over stone.

Feel the beauty in the starkness of the day!
Souls call out from inner grey.
Cold’s numbing warmth is burning bright.

Fresh drizzle onto face and hair ~
A sensual delight,
So sweetly touching skin that’s bare.
One revels in one’s plight.

Rain, rain, friend and foe,
Beauteous elixir of the Gods.
Cloud babies o’er ripe, bursting from their pods.

Who has never felt the rain
Has never known it’s strength,
Never known it’s loving
Trickling wildly down their length,
Never felt it’s madness
Coursing through their brain,
And will not feel the sadness when
It fails to come again.

Rain ~ the cold will seem much warmer 
When you fall, and yet,
It is not very warm at all.