Autumn Wind
By Seamus •
Whisp’ring softly among the leaves,
Whistling faintly across the eaves.
Creeping, sneaking, cold fingers reaching, it’s coming around again.
Dancing briskly amid the leaves,
Gently, quickly, around it weaves.
Wheeling, banking, onward it’s taking its partners across the glen.
Piercing, biting, not yet knife-like,
Chilling child and adult alike.
Rising, falling, it is foretelling, winter confined to the den.
‘Cross the Earth the autumn wind blows,
Lifting leaves wherever it goes.
Cooling, dark’ning, the seasons changing , fall comes to the world of men.