In the Wind

The first few leaves of fall

were blown to ground

Oh, I'd seen the colors change

from brightest green to yellows and reds

all around

I had not expected to see leaves fall

yet I knew all would

I've seen this many times before

this year somehow

To see leaves fall for the first time

came as a shock

as if I'd seen a crime

Have I become that sensitive

that the change of seasons

the on-going constant

would upset me to such a degree

an invisible grip would squeeze

the center of me

the visceral knowledge that calls

another end to this season

these visions of life

that send me dreaming

away from my world

behind these walls

For now the summer fades

and cooler winds chase birds away

soon squirrel, turkey and deer

will be just prints in snow

that show which way the cadence

of their wild hearts shall take them

and I shall stare instead of follow

with my own wish

to fly outside in any wind

Copyright (c) 2012 by Barry G. Wick