Fall soft you tranquil rain clean the streets embrace the light condemn our cigarette scented night send him full in flight to the drain wash this soiled and gum chewed world remove a little of the stain
soft falls the silence gentle rain upon your face beads full between those waiting lips a poet once, but taking sips of watered war has stilled your voice and beauty speaks no more
Today I will hang my Winter curtains thick and soft as a cat's full belly December throw your gauntlet full blast the rain, the wind can roar they will not step inside my door for every sound becomes a purr when I have donned my seasonal fur
Summer wears a gauntlet green in Autumn rusted patches can be seen Winter swaps for stout grey wool to keep his fingers warm Spring a stripper's emerald glove when ready to perform
The sticks and stones of ancient bones are seen beneath the skin a mushroom scented dying as the year is growing thin sing requiem for Autumn so that Winter may begin