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I love the slowness of the autumn rain
That does not pelt like bullets from a storm,
But floats like languid butterflies to gain
A waiting blossom, landing without harm.
I love the ambience of autumn rain
That falls between the glaring summer sun
And harshness of the winter’s frigid pain –
A yearly brilliance that does always stun.
I love the colors of the autumn rain,
When north winds shake the clouds that once were green
And from them fall the leaves that entertain
And soothe our lives till they become serene.
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The photo is mine, taken in Vermont (I think) this fall.
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
The Bard on the Hill 
Getting plenty of that here at the moment – but it’s spring here of course.
I took a trip to New York the 2nd week of October (saw my son and his wife) when leaves were turning and near their peak in New England. I went through Vermont, New Hampshire, and over to Maine, and then back to Massachusetts and up to NH and Vermont again before cutting down through Connecticut to get to back to New York (just to say I’d been in Conn. 🙂 ). The leaves were beautiful especially the first three days of the trip across the northern part of those states.