Autumn Rain

by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger

Selma Meerbaum-EisingerAutumn

I stare out
and see—understand—
a saddened face.
You do not see the rain
as I see.

The rain is the weeping
weighing down—night after night.
A smoke so pale
as your picture of me.





Last updated January 10, 2023