Brought low by fall's doldrums,
I seek out summer's remnant -
A faux-Victorian greenhouse,
With imitation Doric columns.
Goldfish with broad fan-tails,
Below fan-headed papyruses -
Awkwardly, they bumble about.
While nearby, veil-winged koi,
Glide barely below the surface -
Revealing scales made of glory.
Small fall softly murmurs peace;
And a tall fall roars white-noise.
Beads of sprinkler rain dance,
Down long broad green leaves,
Falling so as to anoint my head.