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Autumnal Wind

The Subtle Chaos

By r. nuñezPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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The Subtle Chaos

It is said that autumn turns the leaves into 'other flowers' and the green of the world turns into a panoramic rainbow... but hold on to your hats!

The autumn wind does not caress

Like the gentle cooling summer breeze.

It whips and lashes with duress,

And taunts and bullies without surcease.

Whatever stands is under stress;

The wind is a peril in the trees.

It lifts the surface of the field

And scatters it in other places;

And having rendered thus the yield,

It flings the grit against our faces.

Whatever’s covered is revealed,

And vacant sites are stripped of traces.

The wind of autumn shakes the walls

And rattles anything left hanging;

It screams and tears around and squalls,

And gathers things and sends them clanging.

The leaves, as if some proctor calls,

Go chattering, like children ganging.

Could be the grief of Mother Earth,

Her gentle nature could be turning;

For something presses at the girth,

The forest in the hills now burning.

The clime foreshadows death and birth

And waits to see what we are learning.

r. nuñez, 10/2011

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r. nuñez

I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.

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