Autumn’s Whisper

Caught between the sky and the ground,

Whispering winds, a lonely sound.

Lost in this quiet, open space,

Looking for a resting place.

Red flannel shirt, casual and free,

Walking through a autumn dream,

With the leaves that dance around,

On this windy, golden ground.

Skies so gray, but her eyes shine bright,

A flicker of hope in the fading light.

She’s a girl with stories to tell,

A silent wish she knows so well.

Catch me in your northern breeze,

Standing here on my knees,

Fighting shadows with my stare,

Finding peace out there.

Old wooden fences, whisper old tales,

Of love that never fails or flakes,

In the quiet, she finds her song,

Where her heart belongs.

Skies so gray, but her eyes shine bright,

A flicker of hope in the fading light.

She’s a girl with stories to tell,

A silent wish she knows so well.

Catch me in your northern breeze,

Standing here on my knees,

Fighting shadows with my stare,

Finding peace out there.

Underneath the broad, open sky,

She finds her wings to fly,

Sometimes lost, sometimes found,

In the wild, sprawling ground.

So let the wind take my song,

Moving where I belong,

In this vast, endless hue,

Under the autumn’s blue.