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Fickle Autumn Wind

Yesterday a balmy breeze,
Pleasant and mellow in fall,
Flitted and played among the leaves;
Last night she took them all.

A friendly, warm companion,
Innocent among beauty bright,
She destroyed it with a vengeance,
Shrieking in the night.

Today, among stark branches,
She plays her pleasant air,
Ignoring nonchalantly
What’s no longer there.

©2010 Carol Morfitt

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