Rough Winds Fly

On city streets, rough winds fly 
snapping trees, bruising branches 
while final fruits are coaxed to roundness 
tender with summer’s sweetness, 
a promise of thanks and giving both, 
a slow subsiding of this year’s troubles. 

Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Happy Halloween! This is a poem inspired by Ranier Maria Rilke’s Day in Autumn. A tree fell onto my husband’s car, but it backed out from under it without a scratch. It’s a year of worries, miracles and loyalty. May you find your own magic as the year dwindles.

 

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