The Autumn Wind
Whistling endlessly amongst the autumn leaves
Swirling in a myriad of wispy ephemeral kisses on the ground which jump from side to side upon the bustling sidewalks
It whispers to kindred spirits with childlike mirth as the feuille morte leaves freely given to the dance, glisten in the sun’s rays
Paving the way for the feast to come as coats and hats are wrapped around those eager to share the delights placed before the Pagan Gods
And still the Autumn Wind pirouettes beneath the dancing feet of the celebration beckoning the Seasons to come join the dance.