Behind the clouds in rain — exist
with solemn songs I pass the time
and watch as fallen leaves decay
as minutes stretch to hours, days

with solemn songs I pass the time
when my days are dressed in twilight
below the weight of pewter clouds
I hear the dance of barren trees

and watch as fallen leaves decay
to blend with withered grass to soil.
I search for ways to rest and wait
for planet’s tilt to sway to spring

as minutes stretch to hours, days
of rain, with wind and snow, I sing
along to songs I used to know
to pass the time ‘till spring’s reborn.

Today Laura hosts dVerse with a form of quatrains called The Retourne… thus is my attempt at the form while contemplating the late autumn time.

November 12, 2026