Autumn Rains

A march bursts onto the street
and snakes like a signature.

Dark clouds wait in the sky
for summer’s last shivering howl.

Spring’s promise has come and gone;
now dreams fall with tired leaves.

Clenched fists are raised high
and pull the rains from above,

washing dirt down the gutter
as voices cry like the wind.

Crowds flash red now that
the mood of the seasons change.

A march bursts onto the street,
and snakes like a signature.

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