In Rainy Autumn... Poem by DM W

In rainy autumn,
I gather up memories
in order to forge
vital art and poetry.
In rainy autumn,
blood red and gold tinted leaves
lie like mysteries
on the park's curious ponds.
In rainy autumn,
the sweer parables of birds
descend like sunlit
dreams from old oak trees. Despite
the weather, Beauty's
arrows always hit the mark.
In rainy autumn,
when the days become shorter,
and shadows lengthen,
spring's flowers seem far away.
Yet this season,
has an array of colours,
that suggest a rich
serenity beyond words.