Autumn Rain Poem by Alyssa Marquardt

He sings to me
the sweetest song.
I listen at first,
but soon sing along.
He tells me I am beautiful
and I almost believe.
But not quite;
The time just isn't right
today.

He races quickly.
Never will I see the same grain of sand twice.
He breaks through
those rocks that try so hard to sustain his rhythm.
Never knowing where he's going;
Still he flows without fear.
I wonder where he'll go,
but I suppose I'll never know.

Today,
a bird flew by me and whispered in my ear.
But his voice was so soft-
I couldn't quite hear.
So I kept walking,
on the journey to meet my love.

He promised he'd meet me here
when sunlight met the night.
But now I sit in that place,
on a rock that he once climbed.
surrounded by a bright green moss.
I feel so empty,
Like the valley and the naked trees.


Somewhere in the distance,
A pink sky meets a black, windy road.
Golden leaves float.
They fall to the ground,
And huddle,
creating the carpet of life.
I wonder why beauty can remain so
faithful
when summer has just begun,
and love is already killed
by the sharpness of the sun.

In a valley where water once ran,
not a word is heard.
I sing to myself,
But my eyes are blind.
Never again will I see
the beauty hidden inside me;
It'll never be the same,
Until the fall of Autumn rain.