Apples strewn in random panorama,
Frosty Jack longs for autumn‘s better half.
Trees transcend with red and yellow raiment,
each glorious painted leaf a show piece.
Rain clouds fade to scenes of nature’s wonder.
Then we walk along a cobblestone street
holding hands, ecstatic and spent for each
electric intake of sweet scent we breathe.
Remind me how often raindrops occur
as a conveyor of fine ambrosia.
Ice must abide--for now, even Bambi
nuzzles lovingly in fresh sheets of rain.
(After The Rain: A double acrostic.)