The Winds of Change
I feel it in the air- the winds of change.
Short days are darker, and cold nights are long.
Unlike that phase of spring that did arrange
for skipping in the meadows with a song.
The winds of change- I feel are in the air.
With summer gone, I yearn for its delights;
those nimble days- enjoying everywhere
the spring rebirth, matured by summer rites.
For sure, those winds of change took over fall;
each vibrant tree sheds leaves in layers deep.
Dried limbs and brittle trunks answer the call
from winter- with their feebleness must sleep.
And, as the winds of change are here for me-
I share my brittleness with winter's tree.
November 19, 2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Winds Of Change
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 11/28/2020
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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