Sweet Autumn Wind
Rustling through the auburn, yellow and burnt orange leaves
holding up my little girls first flight with her new princess kite
blowing softly across my cheek and through my sand brown hair
bringing with the smells of autumn
the bonfires on a crisp October eve
marshmallows melting chestnuts roasting
fresh apple pie baking in Gram's kitchen
I can hear sweet whispers tapping on my shoulder
along with the children jumping in leaves
playing chase, sweatshirts all strewn on the lawn
grass stains on knees, dirt on their faces
wouldn't have it any other way
I feel the breeze begging
foretelling stories, giving fair warning
for harsh times are ahead
when all we see
when all we cherish
will wither off to bed
As your gentle winds drift aimlessly with grace
My mind rides along soaking in the beauty of this place
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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