The wishing winds come breezing in

Sweeping leaves from off the limbs

Of stubborn trees that cherished them 

Now cast aloft in atrophy

 

Brittle grasses dance in kind

To melodic whims of winds sublime

and lilting cattails waltz in time

Across a prairie so divine…

 

Her midlife eyes, soft hazel-green

absorb the perfect Autumn scene.

a dreamlike state so serene

out beyond the coffee’s steam

 

that rises with the morning sun

dispelling of the night

evaporating morning dew

an affirmation, all is right

 

A moment filled with wonderful

and flowing so entirely

that sun and moon and stars and breath

belong to her especially