The west wind comes from over the sea
Whipping up the spume or blowing gently
Full of rain from drizzle to lashing storm
Shaking loose fruit from the boughs of trees
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What a poem this cam out to be. A good title to have used. Keep up the good work. Can't wait to read more.
A very poetic look at the onset of winter. Enjoyed it. Patrick (ps line 12, b is next to v on the querty!)
Loved this poem about the west wind that blows. Winter is on its way. Leaves begin to turn to beautiful fall colors and the trees began to bare their limbs and branches. I just love the brisk clean air that appears after this wind. Enjoyed.