As dawn comes to a cloudy sky
it come reflected in the asphalt road I walk upon —
its surfaces  a mirror of celestial turbulence just spent.
I dodge puddles
that hold reflections of their own
much more decisive.
The rain that poured awhile ago
has softened to a dreary drizzle
and my umbrella hardly needs to be above my head
except that every now and then
a momentary surge of drops
falls down upon this canopy.
Here and there
some autumn leaves are strewn across my path
their faded colors dimly lit by dawn.
The wind makes branches sway
and seems to keep the birds away
that often sing to me this time of day.

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