I heard the screeching, howling wind
as I was coming up the bend.
Summer is at an end
repeated the moaning wind;
fall time will soon be past
then November is here at last.
Winter blows the cold all around
the snow saturates the ground
looking at the full moon
an owl hoots winter is soon.
October winds blowing thru the trees
doing with the leaves whatever it please.
Soon all the trees will be bare
tossed around without a care
As the leaves are busy sending
that fall will soon be ending.
Winter clothes are now here to stay
with warm clothes being stowed away.
October winds soaring across the lake
stirring up the water to come awake.
I love to sit and listen
as the October winds come in
ushering in the cold
while being noisy and bold
With a strong, gusty greeting,
the old house takes a beating
We lock out the winds by shutting the door,
but feel the drafts blow thru cracks under the floor
While the winds blow, Arctic weather moves in
but the fireplace invites us into the den.
The October winds how they did blow,
all night long it was whistling low.
By Joan Smith
October 19,2011
