I felt a Certain Beauty in the Rain 

As I was joined by a distant crow

Sitting Treetop – anticipating – the end 

Late autumn the spectacular show.

A gentle wind drops repeated ,

pitter patter a distant roar 

Heart beating – repeating – caught 

My spirit it did implore-

Listening Squirrel ear twitches 

Fat cheeked hiding in a hole

Autumnal Winter stirring

Tomato hang on – the summer lull.

Wind gets frantic, days shorter 

Believing winter’s near

In loudness between silence 

solitary, escaping shear –

Beauty that we befall ,

Summer final refrain 

banal everyday sunshine 

Its Finished knowing – it will rain-

Cadence provided by Emily Dickinson

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