Autumn Winds Of Home

Photo by James Jordan

 

Hear the sorrow of the wind

the whispers in the trees 
as the southern-flying geese 
honk a passage in the night 
over harvested brown fields 
framing water, town and tree 

Feel the sighing of the wind 
on a cold November eve 
under clear-as-crystal sky 
with the stars of icy blue 
that wink down to say goodnight 
through the frosted window pane 

Hear the promise in the wind 
when it speaks in elder tongues 
to a dance of colored leaves 
leaving branches stark and grey 
to stand mute in testament 
of the seasons in the wood 

Autumn waves turn bitter cold 
chilling froth upon the sand 
and bid loons a last goodbye 
as their lonely echoes fade 
from the beauty of the land 
on the silence of the wind 

Kevin R Carr