Comment on this
Autumn's Final Act
by Michael Escoubas
As I drive to work
in light rain, a rainbow arcs
through clouds and mist.
It is as if a curtain
is about to raise on nature's stage,
as the audience waits for the play to begin.
The sun appears,
a diva dressed in sequins and pearls,
bowing and blowing kisses.
Light suffuses the tops of trees.
The forest shines one last time,
apologizing to sparrows and robins
that autumn's costumed splendors
must take one last bow.