Soft October Rain.

 The rain dances on my skin.

Lute strings imitate drum riffs

Tapped out on pavement and Birch trees.

Lute strings dissolving in tears

When they touch the earth.

The world is an intimate orchestra

To which we all belong,

To which we all add momentary key

                                             changes.

Lute strings - cool and delicate - dance

                                 against my skin,

Muted strings tap tapping out soft rhythms

Before the sun strikes through

                         the timpani of clouds.

There is a gentle solace in the fall of rain,

In the soft coolness of moisture on skin.

When the sun strikes through

                        harmony breaks apart.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

October 2nd. - 3rd. 2020.