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
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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