Weeping Foliage

 

Weeping Foliage

Peels of thunder bounced off the
dark skies and an unending series
of ferocious downpours left
the early fall woods fully
exhausted, boughs and tender
saplings burdened in an agony
of weeping foliage. The drenching
left a sudden, sullen atmosphere
of near-drowned despair, the
ambient air unable to wring
itself free of the fine moist mist
lingering over the landscape,
silvery-grey sheets of minuscule
droplets hanging within the emergent
dusk of the cloistered woods, the
forest floor rampant with deep
dark pools inundating feeble
bracken, expiring after its long
season. In a swift transformation
as startling as Nature's mood 
swings a shimmering golden
beam of droplet-infused light and
warmth illuminated one discretely
cowering space after another, the
sun breaking the dreariness of the
atmosphere brashly making inroads
through the overburdened forest
canopy lifting despair into the
ineffable lightness of hope renewed.