Grey 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 grey October rain.                   

The death in autumn’s breath

is quietly covering our footsteps. 

The dreams will be fallen,

the hills will have gone grey,

colors that were hardly painted

will peel in the rain. 

It’s your world, 

Trod upon, leaves fallen. 

You sit in the grey October rain,

feel the dreams peel from your palms.