Incense at Dawn

With the night still black, the rain smells of incense and fallen leaves.
Singing like a waterfall hiding in dense woods, its wetness wraps around
dawn's struggling light, searching for colour among a sky heavy with fleeing stars.

Rain and its dancing drops fill my head with their silver song
as I let sleep take me back to where my dreams walk in the sun.

Music with warm flutes walks its melodies across the patio's willing stones
that welcome the rain's rhythms in shades of moss and mushrooms.

Welcome, autumn with your musty scents and black velvet nights,
as we warm our hearts and souls by hot fire and with hot drink and food,
knowing winter is still to come with its white ice and heavy snow,
before spring breaks the spell once more with bright flowers, and days and nights
filled with singing birds and happy frogs.



Trudi Ralston.
October 26th, 2016.