Demise of Summer

october sunday morning rain
in pools and puddles falls,

slanting down in cold gray skies
leaves sail by in chilly squalls,

leaden clouds sink and lower down,
in heavy weather curtain calls,

mudslick trails and sodden tracks
amid the fragrant forest halls,

i run and breathe the cold sweet air
and feel as if on Olympus' height,

where ran great Zeus and all the gods
with their noble women to delight.

1990