This Wind!

Wow! This wind today is really blowing!
It sure gets the autumn spirit going,
Time for hats, gloves, scarves, and a thermal cup,
And maybe even turn your collar up,
Because this wind here is no warm summer breeze,
It’s a blast designed to blow leaves off trees,
Items now should be placed in winter’s store,
Before this wind blows around even more,
It could take your chairs, your outside table,
Challenge a shingle or two, and gable,
Maybe reach further, blowing things away,
There goes a thought that I had yesterday!
Blowing branches, leaves, all kinds of rubble,
And whoosh! There goes a big pile of trouble!
It’s really cleansing, this autumnal blast,
Whoosh! There go some old pieces of my past!
Batten the hatches! Autumn is coming!
Seems like all kinds of changes are coming!

Just a thing.

Just a thing that used to be,
You and me,
Though once we flew close to the sun,
Our dreams stripped raw,
Our plans new spun,
Felt sure we were supposed to be,
Everything was you and me,

But soon it all became undone,
We were not us, but each just one,
Alone, and guarding our own pride,
Shielding what we have inside,
Licking wounds, and wondering why,
In the end we have to cry,

But tears go by,
With each new dawn,
And though we limp,
We still move on,
Till time it morphs,
And you and me,
Are just a thing,
That used to be.