Wind Walking
Walking after rain
the wind teases and taunts the branches tall
tickling leftover clinging leaves until they fall;
rain-soaked grasses fold and bend
pushed down by the inundating residue of rain escapes
puddles forming at the bend of pathways newest landscapes;
rushes float in the breezes soft and fine
feathery whisps release into the atmosphere fair
frolicking squirrels and rabbits skip and dance in the air;
solemn gray December days slide in
cooled and chilled in icy glazed froth gloss
chastizing lingerers persistent teases of autumn summer loss;
now dark, deep purple shaded clouds
slip in out of their winter nebulous shrouds
declaring phantom silhouettes bold, brazen and proud.
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