Incessant Voices

 

Suddenly, it's gray;
Labor Day's picky sunshine
Has just disappeared.

 

  

Dry leaves on the porch;
Moth flutters on the window;
I step into Fall..

Snoozing on the green
Hazel sleeps under the wash;
Not even a bark.

The road is gray now;
Not a ripple on the stream;
More and more dead leaves.

 

 

Muffled barking dog
Glides by me in a closed car;
Dry leaves keep falling.

It's almost rain now;
A breath of mist touches my face
Hinting at sprinkles.

Crowds walk on my road
Babbling and chattering;
Incessant voices.

Triumphant orange--
Jewel weed shines through the greyness,
Announcing Autumn.