Autumn

Sitting on a metal chair, staring at dry grass, the gathering wind drew my attention and suggested itself.

Autumn

Playful breeze

becomes insistent

Withered leaves

cannot resist it

Feel it gather 

Grow in sound

Unseen fingers

raking ground.

Autumn draws near

Unprepared am I 

for one more

closing year.

Author's Note

feel Free.

Reviews

[Tina]

I can feel the wind and the leaves twirling - they seem to want to play with me - i would like to do Eurythmy to the sounds and the movement in the phrases. Thank you.