I want to laugh at the autumn rains.
When I laugh, it’s July again.
Sensuous breezes caress me,
Lingering sunsets enchant me,
Days are like dominoes,
Lined up without ending.
But I cannot laugh at the autumn rains.
They’ve arrived with a vengeance.
They will not be denied.
They encompass me fully,
Like a grand silken cape,
Clinging to my shoulders.
Now sunsets come much earlier,
And bring with them small sorrows.
Windows must be fastened,
To protect us from the tempests.
We live on pills and coffee,
Brewed to scalding temperatures.
We must survive the new year’s snows,
To see the summer sunrise.