Summer Wind

Dry and incessant windÂ
rancorously blowing the trees,
devoid of Autumn hues,Â
dancing in warming breeze.Â
Withering them until brownÂ
eager to welcome morning dews.
Smashing one by oneÂ
spurning the furious windÂ
flickering to the ground....
like confetti sans sound effect.
Butterflies looming aroundÂ
the least you expect.Â
At night, whooshingÂ
roaring enough to drown outÂ
the bird's humming melodies.Â
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Really nice write ?
Thank You
There is something quite awe inspiring about the wind. A lovely poem x
The wind is like us, flexible and free.
Thanks for dropping by???