October Rain
By
John I. Blair
Thin clouds rush
Across the autumn moon,
Making it first dim, then bright,
Then dim again.
October rain has come,
Drenched the dry soil,
Brought late flowers to bloom,
Oxblood lilies, blue mist.
Soon enough north winds
Will blow, chill my bones,
Push me into fire-lit rooms
For warm naps in fuzzy wraps.
But tonight I walk upon the deck,
Letting the rain’s hushed touch
Remind my soft self
Where I come from.
©2017 John I. Blair, 10/4/2017
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