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Winds of Change

by | Dec 9, 2011 | The Poetry | 2 comments

The wind blows in change
It clinks and clutters against the sidewalk
There are no leaves left to swirl
So the dust rises up to the sky
 
The branches are naked
Cold, bent fingers at rest
Beckoning the winter to come
Crackling for the quiet
 
The dark falls too soon
Shrouding the playgrounds
Emptying the streets
Hushing the memories of green
 
Fading fall, slipping away
I search the sky for the stars
To find I have shifted too
As surely as the wind blows in change

~suelarkinsweems ’11

2 Comments

  1. Lynda
    Lynda on December 9, 2011 at 2:27 pm

    This one is especially wonderful. I have always loved change with its forces of renewal.

    • suelarkinsweems
      suelarkinsweems on December 9, 2011 at 6:14 pm

      Thanks Lynda- I need to focus on the renewal part more and the loss less. 🙂