The wind… the wind…
I remember the scent of the wind:
catching up the leaves into whirls of
red and brown,
gathering their varied fragrances of
oak and pine, dogwood and cherry.
Their colors were like apricots,
mulberries or marmalade:
Scattered bits of potpourri flame,
floating along, swept by the wind…
I remember the scent of the wind:
catching up the leaves into whirls of
red and brown,
gathering their varied fragrances of
oak and pine, dogwood and cherry.
Their colors were like apricots,
mulberries or marmalade:
Scattered bits of potpourri flame,
floating along, swept by the wind…