Arrow Rock Literary Journal

The sky unfolds and I watch the rain fall,

Cars pass me by idly through the storm,

Despite the bite of the wind, my heart is warm–

For this is the beauty of autumn, the beauty of fall.

Dancing drops and the rumbling of clouds,

Red, brown, and gold the leaves they turn,

This chilling, yet gentle embrace is what I yearn,

For the blaze in the cold is a comfort that surrounds.

Never could spring, summer, or winter try to compare–

Of the feeling of this season setting me ablaze,

Oh, how I adore the brisk breeze in the air,

And the mellowness of the gentle autumn days,

All this heavenly glory, yet the whole world remains unaware–

As I sit on my porch enveloped in the autumn haze.

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Ray Kruger is a transfer student from St. Louis Community College and is currently a junior at Lindenwood University. He is earning his degree in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing. In his free time, he enjoys buying books (ignoring the many others on his shelf), rereading Six of Crows, and writing poetry, short stories, and nonfiction pieces. He is a biracial transgender writer and often shares his experiences in his work.