Category : Poems

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Whispering winds come again 
They remind us of whats to come
The voice is soft as a babies coo 
Gentle and warm 

Though hidden behind 
A powerful gust waits
For its time is close 
Its almost time to sweep the leaves along

A time when all this heat is finally gone
When flowers are not in bloom
The gust waits for the brisk air 
Orange, yellow, and red 

I wait as the heat dies down 
Im tired of melting day to day
Im ready for hay!
So I wait with that gust of wind 

For Fall to sweep in