Autumn Wind

Howling, relentless

wind – roaring in from the north

penetrates my bones.

Where is it going?

It’s in a hurry and wants

to take me along.

Dust flies in the air

obscuring the mountain views.

The world turns dull gray.

Like a steeplechase,

Tumbleweeds race each other

to some finish line.

Quail crouch in the sage.

We are thankful for shelter

on these windy days.

tweed

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