Wind In September
Sly is the wind of fading summer
Stirring leaves from blissful slumber
The sudden strike of natures lance
And all the trees will hiss and dance
The wicked wind from fields of east
It carry’s scents of earth and beast
And brings a message to all in bloom
The winters fangs will bear your doom
Kicking cans without a pardon
Dragging hands upon the garden
Snaking in to possess the curtain
Flowers shake, for death is certain
Posted Apr 10, 2023, 6:58 PM UTC
I love this so much! Such vivid and lovely imagery about this transitional season of death (and rebirth) in nature. Well done!
Thank you so much for the nice words.