Showers

Autumn rain, a

fervent drenching

on skin and bone, a

mild shellacking.

once again.

The carapace of day

slackens,

stilled beat

of lagging sun,

and play

of angled light -

makes mute shadows

run the pools

that twilight

gathers,

or so it seems.

Autumn is, at last, 

a serious time,

the unreplenished-

for summer past,

for winter coming,

a stripping

season.