Fall, Leaves, Falls,

Fall, Leaves, Fall. by Emily Bronte

Fall, leaves, fall;

die, flowers, away;

lengthen the night and shorten the day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossoms where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.

Dew drops, and Rain Drops

Raindrops,
like dew drops,
glitter
on the ground.

They sparkle
and
they shimmer.

They don't make a sound.

Water for spiders,
for bugs,
and for flies.

For beetles, 
for slugs,
and bees
near their hives.

Gathered like lace,
their patterns 
sublime.

Beautifully placed
in the swirling 
abyss
of time.