Autumn Blows In Blue Winds, Perhaps Only For Now Poem by Dennis Ryan

Saturday morning, November 5 2022 at 10: 10 a.m.

Autumn blows in Blue winds this way and that;
in whatever direction that wind blows, Autumn lists,
follows of her own accord. No, wait, stop. No, heavens
no to that! Heaven itself doth protest such blue Devil's work!
Autumn's leaves blow—the browns, yellows, oranges and reds—
they scatter here and there, across Cary and Raleigh, NC,
the Museum Park in Raleigh adjacent to North Carolina State
University's College of Veterinary Medicine in whichever
direction these Blue winds listeth. Other Autumn seasons
have proven otherwise, no Blue winds to rise until this year,
starting early, late this summer. When will these winds quit?
Will Autumn? When will Autumn have none, no more of this,
such foul-fart-smelling Blue wind? Only the seasons, the months
and days and hours will tell. A hardy star says, "Wait. Wait just
a little. Let time pass." To which I reply, "Yes, just so. I believe
just so. She may well come to her senses. Follow her heart."
The star responds, 'Yes, we stand in agreement. This my meaning." Autumn blows in blue winds perhaps only for now.