The fall wind shakes the nonsense out of trees
And blows the ne’er-do-wells into hiding
It upheaves the musks of earth that turn the leaves colorful
And it’s an early sign to wildlife to make their houses sturdy
Like spring, the high breeze shakes leaves
and builds a roaring voice that rouses the inner man to fear God
pushing the calloused feelings to the surface and standing hairs on end
It’s intensity builds to a climax like a gripping sermon
And releases its wrath like a come-along grip—
All the vessels relax and the playful leaves circle around the ground
chasing each other like silly squirrels
Dancing to a halt in the dirt
From the porch rails, I watch the ground
listening for signs of life in the forest
wondering if it’s alright to breathe
because it feels like the air has been sucked out of the world
And I’m left standing on an empty planet
In these vacuous moments, time slows down like a walk on the moon
And like a shaken snow globe, the glitter falls till there’s no motion at all
I believe I could right the wrongs if the world stopped like it does after the fall wind blows
There’s a depth of no motion, and a profound “pause” that makes me wonder if people keep time in Heaven?
I rest on my laurels in the great sea of peace that has spread across the world
When— a rustle behind me in an appointed tree starts the tickle that begins its coarse
running through the forest like mischief building speed
—Like the wrist flick that strikes the whip
Another fall wind blows
“Fall Wind Blows” ©2023 Nina Ricci Music, All Rights Reserved
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