Wind Advisory

Jilted be the wind in autumn

For the leaves wilt,

Dancing upon its glory

With shades of red, yellow, purple and brown,

Green with envy

The wind doth frown

With a cold vengeance

It freezes the ground,

The leaves cower in piles to stay warm

But the chill of winter has all but taken form,

Leaving no shelter for the scorned

They quiver in a frigid fright

Brittle and broken the leaves fade away

Always had away with words since I was a child. Love the way they dance, the way the words dance the cha, cha on my keyboard with every stroke of a key.

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