Autumn’s Promise

Leaves, brown crisp
Devoid of reds and golds
Gray clouds, veil sun
Air heavy , with promise

Leaves dance in breezes
Pumpkins dot gardens
Cornstalks last stand
I watch at the window

A raindrop splatters
And then more
The puddles fill
Wet mist covers trees

The scent of moist,
Chilled air, takes my breath
I wrap myself and watch
Autumns promised rain. Sharon L. Carr 1989