Get Behind Me

Fall fell in and flat lined Summer’s promiscuous pulse. “You’ve had your play now go: enough of your insults. You sent your disastrous rain where it wasn’t needed, And where it was, cries for your moisture went unheeded. Get behind me and go. Earth’s inhabitants need rest. They need quiet and beauty, and I can do that best. Coolness and crisp color is called for; rustling leaves. The smell of newly harvested corn in the fresh breeze, Smashed glass stars in a cold clear black sky, Thin lines of smoke from chimneys rising high. They need my beauty and rest before winter’s weary, white, to build again strength, and joi de vivre 'ere the frozen night."