OCTOBER WIND
The wind howled down the chimney seeking a way in,
Also rattling at the doors and windows making such a din.
The trees bow in deference to its strength and power,
It seems to get more fierce hour by noisy hour.

Our green lawn is changing as leaves come falling down,
golds, reds, yellows, greens and every shade of brown,
A new carpet of bright colours we now for a moment see,
Soon to be gathered up and the starting of our compost be.

Folks lean against the blowing wind as they walk along,
It has blocked out or stopped the sound of the birds song.
The white clouds scurry en-mass across the bright blue sky,
The massive trees around us in agony do scream and cry.

A hat from a child goes skipping down the blustery street,
Singing I’m free at last to play with the wind, what a treat.
Unaware of the crying child, the hat now lost and forgone,
The hat will end up in a ditch when the wind is done.

The lake is a heaving mass of water out of control,
Beautiful to watch awhile, all pray that no living soul
Is being tossed and tormented on that large treacherous lake,
Watching I wondered how much beating a ship could take.

Many leaves still remain on the tall stately trees,
The October wind is trying hard each tiny leave to seize
And send it flying free on this blustery windy day,
Here come some more coloured leaves dancing as they play.

It is as though nature is reluctant of summer to let go
And a forceful, strong wind tantrum to us does show,
Or is it a warning of the bitter winds yet to come
When signs of Indian summer and fall is alldone.

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