Fall
a warm sun cools
a crisp wind blows
swirling leaves kiss the ground with a murmuring sigh
“we are weary, we are weary”
anxious flowers bow in supplication with a silent prayer
let my spirit carry on the wind,
and return once again
a blazing sun fools
a brisk breeze knows
fall is here
© Deena Remiel, 2010.
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