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.
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