The Winds of Autumn

By Adam J. Pearson

Oh, how the faces of the winds of autumn
Reveal themselves in skies and trees and leaves.
Now, they roar like the terrible lizards
Who once stalked the great, green groves
Where maples, oaks and pines now grow.
Petrifying, boisterous, booming in the ears,
So are the bellows of the winds of autumn.

Oh, how the faces of the winds of autumn
Reveal themselves beneath the masks of Nature.
Now, they whisper like seductive lovers
And slip soft leaves from their beloved trees
Like green and scarlet dresses from their limbs.
Pacifying, calming, gentle on the skin,
So are the caresses of the winds of autumn.

Oh, how the faces of the winds of autumn
Reveal themselves in haunting, ghostly calls.
Now, they moan in deep and droning tones,
Like weeping mothers mourning fallen sons
Who were cut down by wars, so far from home.
Terrifying, chilling, heavy on the heart,
So are the sad songs of the winds of autumn.

Oh, how the faces of the winds of autumn
Reveal themselves in placid silence.
Now, they calm like still, Tibetan monks,
Who sit, serene and silent in the mountains
In robes that blaze like autumn leaves.
Tranquilizing, halcyon, soothing to the mind,
So is the silence of the winds of autumn.

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