Autumn Breeze, Wanders-Purposeful

The autumn breeze, wanders-purposeful crispy-waves both warmish and cold crisscross the lawn, sometimes wrathful, other times gently consoled. Like a lamb not quite ready to walk skittish, at times ever so daring leaping and rolling, like a windsock: out of control or just bleating. It's then we see the hurrying ladybirds on the windowpane; trying to get in it's then no more we hear them love birds sing, evergreen in yew boughs akin. As surely as winter steals the honey bee of her final sting, as surely as the mushroom packs up his infamous, mildewed, fairy- ring, I'll endeavour to open the tomb wherein the rose-pink Nerines perfume. I'll endeavour to sing and flower forever no matter the autumn or the winter weather.