DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

Wind In the Hallow

Before the rise of the sun
 just before breaking dawn has begun,
shadows haunt the hallows unfreed
 where whispers slip in and out the trees.

The leaves step lightly along the paths,
 soon, the trees bare their naked dances
as the wind rises to tease the last few branches
 to release last leaves of summer aftermaths
to dance and race along the cold footpaths.

Alone, lost the wind begins to cry before the freeze
 a whirling whine within the lower trees
announcing autumn 's end to the harvests;
 hidden in between the skeletal figures alarmists,
a lonely howl that rises before the sun
 and all the forests weeps at the end of season run.

Here it comes, the mighty bellow
 of winter fall beyond the warm and mellow
screeching in the shadow of the hallows
 whistling the song hung like gallows
of spring and summer lost to the darkened shadows.

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