{hopes of autumn}

 what's this? a chilly 

eastern wind? 

it beckons something 

to begin. 

it bellowed through

all yesterday

and now the desert 

skies are gray. 

it causes hope to 

rise in me, 

a hope that we will

maybe see

that wondrous season,

Fall, appear. 

oh! maybe we'll have 

Fall this year! 

I try to keep my hopes 

from soaring,

but now they're free, 

and now exploring.

could we have lots of 

cloudy days? 

or maybe ones with

Autumn haze? 

might we watch leaves 

go green to gold? 

and smell them die 

in coming cold? 

come back, you hopes. 

don't tease me so. 

the desert knows not 

Autumn's glow. 

but maybe if we're 

blessed enough, 

some of Autumn's 

russet touch 

will find us here

among the sands

and show us hints of 

her Master's hands. 

but for now we'll 

settle down 

to watch the desert's 

Autumn gown. 

a cloudy day, 

the drip of rain. 

the desert's Fall 

is here again. 

>>by Olivia | 9•26•26 |<<