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Another oldie but one of my personal favorites. This is the first time it has been published in any form.

What Was Heard on a Wet Morning in Autumn

Mary_me_whitesox_memday_2017by Andrew Breen24 Aug 2013

I hear rain and wind,
Whining and crying its sad Autumn song.
Splattering, hissing, striking the pavement
turning the dry ground into…
Wetness.

I hear the wind snapping Old Glory,
grommets ting,
ting,
tinging.
Against the mast it furls and unfurls itself.

The rain, rolling over the ground into
gutters and ditches and drains.
Bubbling like a fairy tale stream.

I hear the drone of wind,
howling through our door.
Crying, moaning, calling its poor weather dirge.
Reaching back centuries to a noise it carried
when man was an infant.
Tearing through the valley, rushing past
the dim lit caverns in which we once dwelt.

I hear rain
and wind.
The memories of both.