Autumn Grey

Grey shadows scatter on a non-regular morn.
A breeze picks up and shifts the leaves,
and the last droplets tumble down 
from an earlier rain, now at ease.

As I wake up, the rain is falling,
coming down from the clouds 
and from the north.
A rain that will summon the cold air,
bringing it southward, to body forth.

Welcome to the weather, I say in my head.
You bring good tidings with the seasonal chill.
I am forever always thankful
and delighted by your will.

Your grey sky, autumn, offers in me
all the cosy feelings of a shifting time.
Colder weather will always be 
a favourite time of mine.