rain fell before awakening
an early morning drizzle
at the edge of light when
nothing would notice, as
if it were somehow afraid
of its actions and the turmoil
if would cause in the valley
when fall beckons and the
summer loses its control
over the land and its people
and the animals who live
in and around the area...
winds move the leaves on
the branches, yielding to
the rain in the forecast,
tempted and tempted again
by the weather that cannot
which way to go... we are
at a point of disrespect as we
lean in the light's direction.
16 October 2022
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