FALL HARBINGER

Today the weather suits my mood
as doubts assail and old knees ache
and each direction I have viewed
drips, it seems, for the past's sake

The sky of unremitting gray
which sadly cries for today's youth
the wind which barely makes limbs sway
somehow they seem to be aloof

And colored wet leaves on the trees
are all aware that they'll soon fall
destined to fade and thus appease
the yearning of the winter's call

A dreary crow flies through the rain
in silence suffering the day
while tin roof patters a refrain
trying to drum the rain away

So I stay inside with doleful mind
wishing that the day was done
hoping if the night is kind
tomorrow's morn will bring the sun