Gray October Rain

Leaves fallen, trod upon, 

whisper of discarded dreams 

as they crack 

under your weight. 

It’s your world 

that spins away, 

as you wait, reach, 

grasping to catch a dream         

that hasn’t yet 

touched the ground. 

You’re thinking that somehow 

you can turn brown into green. 

That you can sit here forever, 

wish away this gray October rain.               

The death in autumn’s breath 

is quietly covering our footsteps. 

The dreams will be fallen, 

the hills will have gone gray, 

colors that were hardly painted 

will peel in the rain. 

It’s your world, 

trod upon, leaves fallen. 

You sit in the gray October rain, 

feel the dreams peel from your palms.