Shushing

 

For Poetry Friday linked at Jama's Alphabet Soup:

Shush!

The wind outside

Is shushing

Listen to the autumn

Rolling in

Skip to greet the

Incoming waves

Splash

Ankle deep in

Leaves

Scoop and toss

Giggle

At leaf spray

Sprinkling down

On faces and necks

Dive into

The cool

Tidal pool
Of autumn.

UnWinding

My mind
Mumbles
And stumbles
Windywhirling
Weedytumbling
Until
I stand
Closed eyes
Listening
Silenced
You have to be quiet
When the wind talks.

I have now further edited.  Although I wanted the last line to be the one in my previous post, I just didn't like it and it nagged at me until I worked it out.  Sorry, I just had to go back and repost this with the edited poem below.  Now I'll be able to sleep.  Aaah!

My mind
mumbles
and stumbles
windywhirling
weedytumbling
until
I stand
eyes closed
listening
silenced
quiet
when the wind
Talks.