The Morning Wind
Not Over Yet!
6 Jun 2016Goodbye 2016! Goodbye bigotry?
31 Dec 2016The Morning Wind
An errant breeze ruffled curtains
A glimpse of indigo sky
The morning star
proudly incandescent
There’s a whispering in the cane
Something’s afoot
And the wind is spreading the news
Dry stalks rustling
Leaves twisting like desiccated snakes
The mountains glow like a painting
In the burgeoning dawn
The wind is stronger now
No longer playful
Its sudden sorties menace
Then go still
Where is it now
The soughing in the branches
As they quiver and dip
Leaves dancing
The birds are strangely silent
Only crickets ring a monotonous dirge
No sun, yet shadows
Firmly etched give definition
To the hills
Lights flicker and grow dim
As leaves all spent
flutter to the awakening ground
Autumn
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Brilliant Glenda.