The Wind of Fall
Arlington Wyoming
1960's
The Wind of Fall
the first wind of Fall breathes pure and innocent
like the soft sound of babies in deep sleep
with the leaves of the Aspen still full
the wind of Fall moves it’s breeze
gently around and through the multicolored leaves
it makes an almost imperceptive sound
but if you are close enough, as I have been
it is the sound of the wind blowing through hanging chimes
from some far away place
it is like a mystery breath
blowing low through an invisible flute
one could learn the color of the leaves
by the sound each one makes
as the wind of Fall slips through
I know this to be true
the wind of Fall is a sound
that makes me want to find
a strong Aspen tree
fine tuning it’s wind song
lean my back against it’s bark
seek the sun with my face, one more time
as the leaves gently fall
before the last wind of Fall
begins to howl and screech
though the limbs with no leaves
announcing the harsh winter
yet to come
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