Hear the Blowing Wind

The old rusty gate CREAKS open, I hear the blowing wind WHOOSH and HOWL, blazing autumn leaves waltz MURMURING stories from a forgotten past, The lonely owl HOOTS, SHRIEKS TU-WHIT TU-WHOO, rain falls DRIP-drop…PITTER-PATTER A door shuts BANG somewhere making me SHUDDER! The desolate staircase is dusty and empty - lamenting for footsteps of CHATTERING, GIGGLING children playing hide-and-seek, dry leaves CRUMBLE under my feet in the orchard which once smelt ambrosial! The place WHISPERS an exuberant childhood… my heart FLUTTERS to recollect the HUMMING music of the quaint hamlet… bees BUZZING around the colourful flowers, butterflies flirting with roses and dahlias, birds CHIRPING melodious tunes which serenade to far-away RIPPLING streams. The swing has stopped, birdsongs are gone! The rusty gate SQUEAKS open.. July 3, 2021 "Onomatopoeia" Poetry Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet 23 Onomatopoeia words (In Bold) have been used. 22 Lines THIRD PLACE