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.