The Wind Walks Sideways

The wind is up and roaring. Thrashing tree's fling Autumn away. Clouds scud like ghost ships and we struggle to keep steady on backyard decking's. Most heads are down as we walk alone leaf-blown. Some miss the late sun, most breathe deeper the cooler air mussing hair as lungs billow like sails. Color and gray vie, they battle in the sky and who or what will win is up for gusty grabs.