INTANGIBLE FRIEND

Sometimes soft and gentle, Speaking in lowest whispers; Sometimes more flamboyant With songs too loud for ears.   Often filled with gusto, Enthusiasm bursting; Then quiet and moody, Not doing a single thing.   Innocently dancing Twirling and spinning around Until you fall with laughter In a heap on the ground.   So unpredictable; Yet

AUTUMN WIND

Autumn Wind Tells a story of change Of a season to come, In a voice so strange. She speaks in a whisper With breath brisk and chill; She can only be heard When it’s quiet and still. Autumn Wind Sings mysterious songs Of warm days and cold nights; Of shadows grown long. She sings a