Fall's Harvest

there comes a time

in this season

when you look up

in disbelief

body, earth

parched ground, skin,

the gaping mouth of

a shrinking lake

all cry out

to a barren sky

that only rains

falling leaves

who driven by wind

deceive the ear

but dazzle the eye

with their golden, scarlet, russet hues

would i trade showers of color

for showers of rain

in these days of drought?

ask me tomorrow.

today, i feast

on fall's harvest