Whence comes the wind?
Did you blow it my way?
It tastes of clover and honeysuckle and fresh mown hay
And maple leaves crunching and marshmallows aflame
And crisp apple bites and fireplace nights
Whence comes the wind?
Did you blow it my way?
Thank you my friend
Send more today
Fall Delight
Plip! plop!
Acorns drop
Take the top
Make a whistle
Blow it
Till your cheeks
Pop!
