The Waterfall

The radiant sun was clearly out
illuminating what remained
of the still-vibrant fall foliage
mass, yet to litter the ground
below maples and birch,
oak and poplars being divested
of their seasonal surrender
to inexorably impending winter
but look there, on the near
horizon, a steadily approaching
tsunami of watery steel-grey
purposeful and powerful
to drench this day in the
vast fishbowl of deeply
unsettled atmospheric conditions
that make short shrift of hope.