(written 2004)
Zephyrus touches of autumn caress this dwindling August land,
and her old refrains ring down the lanes of a long lost lovely strand.
Colored leaves adorn the trees and fall with flickering sounds
while birds descry the parting tide and make their duskly rounds.
Tears are what her cold wind brings, yet warm are the falling drops,
and like a homesick wanderer, she calls, and she never stops.
I walk along at the water’s edge and listen as she blows,
feeling her breath along my neck as she softly flows.
The inlets and bays invade the land and linger in long shades
and the rustlings of furry creatures resonate in the nearby glades.
Zephyrus touches of autumn caress my homesick memory
and in this music I linger still, ‘tis natures great conservatory.