In Rainy Autumn...

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.