A Blustery Autumn Day

A Blustery Autumn Day Mischievous bursts of autumn’s laughter Pulls down the last of the season’s bright artistry Carried away on blustery gusts, Weaving a tapestry of autumn’s magic In tiny whirlwinds of yellow, orange and umber – Floating like capricious ghosts into hazy skies Waiting for the rains - Then chasing jubilees of color into dry puddles of drifting leaves, Like flying cartwheels, Scattering, Then gathering in again, And just for fun Lifting fringes of woolen mufflers, warding off the chill, Taking aim at woolen hats with rowdy gusts Delighting in their tumbling down broad sidewalks, Crowded with bright leaves, In pirouettes, Spinning kaleidoscopes in shades of whimsy, Careening down the lanes or bustling avenues, Catching breath again to huff and puff, Blowing in erratic tempest tarantellas, And giggle Watching footballs taking errant paths, Tickling summered tree limbs exposed, No cover for their naked branches, With passing gales of glee, Resounding with the call of cornucopia’s horn To gather in the Indian corn, pumpkins and ripe wheat Before the coming days of icy storms Blow hard with unrelenting icy currents In winter squalls returning.