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,
wild west-southwesterly
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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