Gods of Winds

I'll hear the birds crying as Auster weeps And see dead leaves bend, while carried about Dove's wings flutter, as the Autumn sleeps and skies turn grey when Boreas comes out He touches all when he finally shows To bring the coldness the sun never owns And shows no mercy as his power grows Covering landscapes that crackles and moans To be caught by Boreas chilly veil and face its shear strength so frightful and cold To watch the sun move with its Winter sail and seek Auster's breath as seasons unfold I'll feel the time pass until Auster comes And count the days till' Boreas succumbs Boreas...North Wind Auster....South Wind contest Gods of Winds 12/18/14