Everyone knows
the pattern of rain
dropping on the ground
but
have you heard
the sound of raining
on wet leaves?
…
When the red brick walkway
is plastered with
banks of yellow leaves
under half-naked trees
and misty breaths

The sound like
a drip in a porcelain sink
slow spatters of paint
landing precisely random
on a beautiful canvas;
the fresh slap of morning
for someone already awake.

11/17/14