Ron VanHooser Poet Rhyme

Autumn Wind

As the sun sets down beyond my sight,
while leaves turn from green to red
and all is dark save for the light
shining from stars overhead;
whose light now just barely shows.
The leaves that fall from the trees,
and all the while cold autumn wind blows
from the forests to the seas.

And as the wind now passes by,
whispering without a sound;
it carries the leaves up to the sky
and then they fall and hit the ground.
They lie there now where nothing grows
and as they lie they rot and freeze.
But all the while cold autumn wind blows
through the forests to the seas.

It has a voice as of its own,
this passing wind that is heard.
Blowing through trees all alone
it speaks it’s voice without a word.
Speaking more, the more it goes,
above the ground, through the trees
yet all the while the cold autumn wind blows
out of the forests to the seas.

Its voice speaks of all of time,
and now it speaks of great despair,
of terrible sorrow and hideous crime
from its long journeys everywhere.
Now it cries because it knows
the world is dying, so are the trees,
that's why cold autumn wind blows
from the forests to the seas.

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