Rain: beryl, delicate, in grace
Drops and falls from ashen skies
Cleansing Earth's floor of impurities
That we may start anew
The rain gives way to a violet sky,
Flecked with the powdery clouds that had once seemed so sinister.
Bringing Promises of origin
Bringing Promises of beginning
Eventually, the citrus sun peaks
Laughter abounds- carried on the warm breezes
The sounds of splashing...
The swinging, the sandcastles
Amber warmth penetrates cool winds;
Copper and crimson leaves crunch underfoot.
Warm apple pie is served to rosy-cheeked guests
And the orange spheres that decorate front porches mimic the glow of the sun
As it moves toward the distant horizon
Nature's crochet work decorates branches.
The chirping has ceased, and all is quiet
It is a time for reflection.
Finally, the silvery orb gravitates
Nearly out of sight