Poems for an Autumn Rain

Rain hits the eavetroves                    

like metal tools that chip down       

upon a hard concrete




Busy in the night,                                 

workers using empty tools      

chatter with the rain




A voiceless murmor        

raindrops twang on the eavetroves

 in an autumn mist




Like a veil of smoke

a midnight mist hides the leaves 

 that burn a bright red

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