The little reeds bowed low and sang a mournful song,…bending to the force of the wind. — Aesop
They warn the winds
will rage fierce today,
warm winds, tall winds,
winds that will shudder our homes,
shake loose the frail branches,
scatter dandelions and tumbleweeds,
and such winds bring a disquiet,
an unsettling roar, but calm
will be restored, the winds
will shift and come from the north,
and that coolness reassures us
that this is just a seasonal overture —
a prelude of change in the musical score.
— C.L. Fisher, December 2021
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