Autumn Winds
Fly, raucous black-winged crows, to squawk
Across the open window’s frosted sill
And roust out warm and sleepy lay-a-beds
To autumn’s spicy smell and errant chill.
Opalescent winds tear in from ocean’s break
To toss brown-toasted leaves and shake their curls
Like naughty children, sending them abroad
To play at hide and seek with frisky squirrels.
Hats sail; hair flies; coat tails flap and snap;
White fleecy sheep puff up and chase and play,
A-tumbling into ocean at horizon’s edge,
Where full-sailed ships heel amid blown spray.
Tang of apple fall and wild grapes soar
To mingle with those last few blooms of flowers,
Sweet white clematis and orange marigolds,
Of salt marsh, cooking jam and sudden showers.
June breezes whisper soft and kiss our cheek,
Winter’s bitter gusts bite nose and toe,
And April wafts a taste of new-born green,
But autumn’s winds make all our senses glow!
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