“glad you got bubbles!!! lol hope you enjoy!!!
yes, the wind in autumn is complete magic to me …dry, gray windy days my favorite, it is as though there is music, voices, singing, secrets …all sort of things in that autumn wind so ….when I realized I could choose any name that is what came to me.- These are the words of Autumnwind, when I asked her why she chose that name”
When the trees and leaves are in their autumn beauty,
Colors so bright on bush and tree.
A veil of orange, purple, brown and gold
On gray and dry pathways leaves will fall where luscious greens reined
And the gray still skies now cast in gloom,
The heat and humidity of summer finally past,
Crispy air sharpens your senses
When the whispering of the gentle Autumn winds,
Carry silence for the day.
Before all the trees decide to rest
You stay still in bewilderment
As you see all creatures admire her Grace
Behold the beauty of Autumn has come to rein.
Our Lady has come alive!
Behold the woman with the hair of Autumn Winds
And eyes of Autumn’s October with a different scent in her winds
With a show of moods and colors she changes the vista
As she dons her velvet gown,
Unfolding her skirt of colors bright and deep.
Crimson, brown, and gold she brilliantly paints
The falling leaves on Forrest paths gray
Her beauty: words have never told
Of that beautiful art of kindness and giving ornate,
She is Woman of Autumn Winds
She is Autumnwind
She’s a breath of fresh air.
She’s the Whispering Wind.
She moves and her flickers of red the skies they touch
She comes with her eventide’s of a whistle-ling breeze.
Whispering her secrests through the trees and the rustling leaves
One tickle on your ear as she softly blows
Or a a breath of her aroma you will inhale and know
That Autumn Wind is around us all
How have her spirits lift in great joy
With gentle winds that only she knows how to blow,
Hear her laughter, hear her songs: contagious they are
Look at her widening eyes, and the broadening smiles -
She happily calls
Quench my yearning thirst with ink
Nourish my mind of the Poet
To take pen in hand and heart
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
Sing your song
Of your meledious gentle cry
With her harp and her Poet’s heart
She enchants the land
Giving her offerings to October’s Harvest
As Spirits in tune to the spicy air,
I feel the joy in your laughter and trusting eyes
The joy of a friendship weaving a fabric of friendship quilt
That seems to last foever
A sisterly bond that knows only
Love that is unconditional.
There’s comfort in your silent embrace,
So peaceful, and serene
You are Love incarnate
When the golden sunset
Sets over the amber hills
And when the moon shines bright
And Autumnwind gives way to Winter
And in line she waits for Spring, Summer
You will forever feel her precense here
For her gentle whispering wind still does move
Silently, invisibly. and proudly with love
O’ The joy to those who know Autumnwind
Shar, Autumnwind has been the most precious, kind and giving soul I have the pleasure of meeting. Many a times I have called her my kindred soul. I know that everyone just loves her to death. What I wrote on top was her answer when I asked her why she chose the name Autumnwind.