Another fall themed poem.
Water cold falls from the sky,
It is the hallmark of a fall,
That has us in its mighty grip,
Until winter marches in.
Icy cold against your skin,
Causes you to rush right in,
Inside any open door,
Fearing it will soak you through.
The water sinks into the earth,
Most welcome after summer’s drought.
The damp it aids the breaking down,
Of dying plants and fallen leaves.
And when the temperature drops,
Below the freezing point of water,
The puddles gain a crispy sheet,
Of ice to delight children’s feet.