The September air has returned, the Wind, the Queen of life in the frail Boundaries of misery. She is Breathing into the souls of the dead with the Life of the living. She is a siren of the Morgue, emptying the world of the Antebellum, antique fantasies of the Summer through fire. Yes, she brings Creatures to their nocturnal grave and Blesses the leaves with the plumage of a Phoenix soaring into the horizon.
Yes, the fall depletes the world of Warmth, of vibrant rainbows of Flowers dripping from every field, But instead, she whispers love into Ears of the young. Wondrous eyes Scour the harvest, ripe and Plentiful to celebrate the Depleted soil whipping around the Earth in a dazzling array of dust, this Newfound tornado of light that Draws nearer in her shadow body. She is white, and she grants sleep. Her wedding gown marries her to the Mistletoe as she drips off branches with Seductive silence. She brings with her the Birds in their purest songs through the yellow Morning light when they can finally be heard.
Kate Wexell is a student and piano teacher from the St. Louis Metro East region. She is a staff writer for "The Diversity Story" and the author of a poetry book. Some of her hobbies include horseback riding, genealogy, baking, and photography.