Windy Days

a world of wind blows strongly through

my screened-in porch of observations,

announcing an end to this year's summer;

we prepare reluctantly for the winter

months that we know are ahead of us,

dreading each cold day with trepidation;

clouds of hope no longer pass our way

overhead on their journey south and the

warmth of the sun's new heavenly angle;

birds hide in newly build houses made

from the wood of a rotten deck on top

of which their old home once stood;

flowers whither and die and dead leaves

fall from the ancient trees that once

upon a time were mere seedlings planted;

roads of doubt stream through my

consciousness as I connect with the

cosmic world just above my head;

thoughts of the previous are filtered

through my open mind as I connect with

those who were once here and about;

in dreams they appear out of the ordinary

and are formulated around the ideology

on previous windy days were encountered.

31 October 2020