I tried to grasp

The wind

Who sang to me.

But I could only catch

A thought.

But it flew free.

 

 

My words caper on paper

While the wind sings

And laughs at me.

 

Most things decline.

This mind

Will not stay.

 

 

Few  will read my rhyme

When I have gone away.

 

Yet I have this day

Of Autumn

Where the wind blows, momentarily,

And I am caught

In inner talk

 

 

All is temporary

Save for the breeze

Who sings

Eternally.