Autumn Illusion

The road is glistening;
Raindrops crackle on the tree;
A truck hums ahead.












Tree tops are misted;
Rain is suspended in air;
Drops hang from the leaves.

Drops play in bushes
Tick ticking from leaf to leaf.
I swallow sorrow.

A girl walks reading;
Disappearing round the bend.
Was she ever there?

Cars make swishing sounds
Slapping along the pavement;
Moist leaves shine brightly.

Raindrop percussion
Syncopated in the woods
Swells when I listen.








The shiny green leaves
Seem as fresh as they did in Spring:
Autumn illusion.

When the leaves are gone
I will clearly see the car--
Top of the driveway.