Spring In October The October rain Transforms the browning moss Into a carpet of veridian. Draped over twigs and branches And dripping, moisture soaked, Releasing a sweet, earthy scent I carried throught the forest. The October rain Wakens the browning moss, Which yawns and stretches Over twigs and branches, Blanketing the trees with veridian. The spring, collecting mossy drops, Trickles over clay soaked stones, Weaving through the ferns and moss, Releasing a sweet, earthy scent I carried through the forest.