Oh! Autumn winds, you with your blowy ways. 13Please respect copyright.PENANA7fnya8FaVq
Now singing, rejoicing, then weeping and lamenting. We hear your song cutting around the edges. Of house and hearth, yet behold you, we're not. We hear your dirge, feeling your presence. Yet, no eye sees your countenance weeping. You're a whining sea that loves overflowing our spirits. Yet, our spirits stay afloat, not drowned by your immensity.13Please respect copyright.PENANARIYX9DBDVB
You ascend the heights and sweep the valleys. You're powerful in your ascending and your sweeping is grace. A ruler with mercy, you deal justly with us weaklings. Prideful and lowly, you show might with the strong and sturdy.13Please respect copyright.PENANAeLjgyEpuqj
In spring, you are weak and sickly, allowing the fields to blossom and bloom. Summertimes, you're enshrouded with stillness - asleep and just occasionally awoken. With breezes blown to gather weeping clouds. In autumn, you release the full fury of your flight.13Please respect copyright.PENANAKjinuRuslq
While in winter, you shout now, relent a little, then blow clouds of cold so Nature’s garments shed their attire. Were you maybe crying in spring's days, or rejoicing the shame of the trees whose garments you blew to smithereens on an autumn's eve? Were you annoyed in winter, to blow clouds of cold all over Nature?13Please respect copyright.PENANAqnDdbYaTtN
Oh! Autumn winds, windy ways. Blow perhaps sickness and pestilence away. Clear mountaintops and valleys yonder. Fresher and clearer make way for brighter. 🍂🌬️ ©️ Simons Law