wind child of autumn

It's the last day in October, Halloween. The slant of the afternoon sun is low. My backyard is filled with so much sun in the summer, but now it wears long shadows from the neighbor's trees.

wind child, unseen, nevertheless felt

no origin or home

wind child comes and goes, disturbing all she blows through and past

over and under, tossed and turned

wind child blusters and plays a mirthful game of hide and seek

The wind is loud in the pines and junipers; melodic in the aspen that still holds onto a few leaves. Curdled clouds are blowing in and my cup sits half full, milky and sweet.

autumn: a period of maturity verging on decline

the free dictionary.com

Most of the leaves have fallen and gathered themselves into messy piles around the yard; a last magnificent burnished hoorah before everything becomes shades of grey dusted in white.

So, this afternoon I'll relish the faint warm rays as they touch my face, watch the shifting shadows play across the lavender and listen to the autumn season as a wind child.

Missy

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