The Tango Wind
Sun-drenched
autumn, strut your stuff.
Lift
your leaves, flirtatious, bare-backed,
arched,
victorious, to the tango wind.
Persimmon
and strawberry-pink inspire a
melon-blush,
on
a rust-spattered
mountain-side
canvas.
Slip
into sleep, as dusk sweeps across a whisper.
In
the hush of early morning,
the
soft nudge of a wind song summons,
“Yawn
and stretch!”
Dance
again at daybreak,
In
the morning’s crackling crisp.
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