As I have ascended with the winds of autumn in spirit <br />And played her water children upon strings, <br />Like puppets gone mad. <br /> <br />And awakened to the voices of her winged off-spring <br />In the dead of night, <br />As they flew across the moon, <br />And I alone knew the meaning of their songs. <br /> <br />And have held my breath while her dancers <br />Cast their scarves in graceful performance, <br />While many others <br />Saw only leaves in the street. <br /> <br />And have laid back upon a bed of harvest gold <br />To gaze up at the changing face of God, <br />Sailing through the window of blue, blue sky... <br /> <br />Then I am some authority on this season <br />And I can tell you- <br />The complexity of her fabric is woven so fine, <br />That here I only pluck at threads.<br /><br />JDC LeDrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-ascended-with-the-winds-of-autumn/
