It sounds like rain in the woods today,
But the air is clear and bright;
Whatever it is that's falling there
Is happening out of sight.
On quiet feet I station myself
Within the host of trees,
And silent I stand to hear and see
What drizzles among the leaves.
Squirrels and chipmunks stand with me
In the cloistered autumn shade,
Reveling in the bumper crop that's
Creating the rich cascade.
Pine cones and cherries, ripe autumn fruits
Falling from treetop to ground,
Plopping and dropping berries and nuts
In a comfortable rain of sound.
--written by rose on her wooded property, 1993
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BELOW: A FOLLOWER GIVES HIS OWN INTERPRETATION OF MY POEM: "AUTUMN BOUNTY RAINING DOWN"...
A steady rain of matter is felt
When birds of diverse species
Create a painfully ominous sound,
As they spackle Rose with feces!
(Nice work, Ben. You must be talking about YOUR woods, not mine)
R.A.T. (Rose About Town)