Winnowing Winter Winds

by JLR

Winnowing winter winds,
whoosh, the trees breathe in the air
stirred by the clouds rushing across the sky.

Rustling, wilted leaves deftly, with a dare
of the wind, to rush ever brisker, harder try.

Winnowing winter winds,
Swirling layers of decayed leaves demoting,
carried upward upon air currents, floating

Twirling down from the tallest branches,
feathers rock back and forth in slow-motion.

Seeing the wavering bark flit off the birches
trunk, seeking drops of water for absorption.

Winnowing winter winds,
gentle winds, and winter seizes hold of time.
Brisk winds and winters grip relaxes.

A steady breeze is rattling the largest of chimes.
Willowing breeze, winter season waxes.

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