The rain waves are hitting my windows
dripping down like pearls or teardrops
gleaming in the sun rays freed of clouds.
Winds make the full-leaved trees howl.
When they blow from the East or West
silencing the callings of my tawny owl…
Just the beginning of this beautiful fall
telling us how the days, weeks to come
Preparing plants, chicks, birds, us and all,
What will of these summer gardens become?