Without (the rain)
Into the morning
the darkness,
the winking puddles,
the solitary street lamps,
the perpetual pinpricks
of falling rain,
the shadows
yet to be lifted,
huddle between houses,
beyond the line
of avenue trees,
summer sleeping
in the dripping retreat
of gardens,
autumn hints,
in the gentle fall
of hours,
the hushed
and softening silence,
of falling leaves.
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