In puddles I see 
bubble rainbows,
rainy autumn day
droplets gather and sputter 
down the run of my gutter
to the spout where out come
slick sleeves of gold orange leaves,
these ride the tiny waves 
downhill

And I, like the rain (like my heart),
am a steady patter on the tin roof,
on the tent flap, the storm out at sea
that brings wild salted air, invigorates
the Fall and the fallen

And I shall name her Hope
Hope smells like Autumn air
Each morning I seek Hope
Early sun is everywhere
I am the Autumn air
Perhaps I should name her Autumn

Strange, how Autumn smells like 
I remember Hope

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