Wind Poem by Clinton Siegle

Wind



Wind blows, trees sway, a brush with the night hour. A treat for prayers for All Saints' Day. A mask or gourd or pumpkin to scare the spirits away. The color orange represents harvest time while black means death for all time. Halloween is the spirit's night.
Wind through the trees
In the windy breeze
Night times wind
Dreams of windy breeze blowing through the trees

Monday, December 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: air,wind
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