Fall cometh

With a swish and a gust
night time rustle and first
lights go out
total black out
giant trees sway
drunken this way
and that
pit pat
some reluctant drops
hammering stops
all of a sudden
there's the sun
a mischievous smile
"anything I miss ?"
No one utters
a word
the auto putters
world
resumes breathing
as if nothing
has happened

...........

lights end
mighty winds
torn blinds
tell a different story
each day, must be wary
of what lies behind
and what is ahead
like a cut diamond
there are facets unfound
each reflecting
a different scene
telling
a different mean (ing)