I
This autumn wind is gold tinted
from the dust, remains
of a dry summer floating
in the air, pulled
into my nostrils, and settling
(for) on windows that have not been
opened in months.
Or maybe the wind is
doing his own interpretation
of the yellow wilting leaves
of trees happily surrendering
to sleep, well-earned, long awaited;
for these aspens have not slept in months.
But it cannot be –
the wind does not sleep and
he does not happily surrender.
II
The leaves are tossed
in a migrating gust
letting go to dance in a breeze
that could take them anywhere.
Let go, for even the ground is better
than someone else’s limbs.
How can these fair-haired leaves
dance freely if someone else
is spinning them?
Say goodbye to your tree.
The restless wind is calling you.
Creative Commons love to http://www.flickr.com/photos/vbenedetti/ on flickr for the photo! Grazie!
beautiful – i love the witty use of parenthesis in the title too
Thank you (:
I love it that the wind does not surrender……
nice poem! I have lived in Colorado and know those aspen trees swaying in the wind. thanks for the memory jog. SB
And thank you for reading, singingbones (:
I can hear the leaves rustling and falling.
I am in love with that photo of the sky and the leaves.
I really love it too. I didn’t take it though! My photography skills are not nearly so developed!