Spirit of Autumn, My interpretation of the Magic of Autumn Gold.
The Winds Dance
From where does the wind gain her mighty strength?
How long is her trail, her width and her length?
From whence does a breeze grow into a gale?
As she shrieks and blusters bringing down hail
And how does her anger in tornadoes twirl
Calm to the silence in the eye of a storm
And when does her shout fall to whispers and calm
That caressers the skin in the light of the dawn
She flirts with the leaves to twist them and prance
Lifting them up to have their last dance
Her friend is the rain as he falls from the sky
Pelting the ground as he matches her sighs
She finds every nook and the cracks to creep in
Howling laments as she shrieks out her din
The trees bow their…
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