Autumn Drizzle

Sitting in an autumn drizzle,

hear sparse rays of sunlight sizzle.

Lithe light moves in mottled patches,

slipping through the thick tree branches;

cast upon the oak leaves fallen,

golden rivulets of pollen.

Watching water, dropping droplets.

Birds chirp out, the feathered starlets;

shaking dew in surprised dances,

perched, wait with umbrella branches.

Bees buzzing by, bouncing, bumbled,

my puppy pounces, untroubled.

The clouds are far between and few,

sprinkling from a sky of blue.

Hoping to find a rainbow form;

still joyful for a little storm.

Home is here, in Earth's soft wet smell,

a scent no store could ever sell.

My furry companion nearby,

nature abound, and cloudy skies.