Poet

Wind

Walking with the open trees,
Crunch of old leaves fallen long ago,
The sun calls my name,
And the wind blows mellow.

My mind reaches to views gone by,
The birds, they sing their tone,
Flowers give their best,
And the wind blows mellow.

Memories flood my deepest thoughts,
Dreams seem to come and go,
The aspens silently stand,
And the wind blows mellow.

By God's resolve I am content,
Though some history hurts me so,
The light of the day has fled,
And the wind blows mellow.