One release that rivets me A nature's siren call: That silver maple melody That shimmers forth in fall. Imbittered wind, imbued with hints Of coming artic air Sings a solemn, sweeping song That strips the branches bare. The treebone fingers snap and sway In cadence with the breeze The clatter castinet of leaves Refrains forth to the trees. Summer sonnets circling Like vultures in my head Take their leave upon the chill And quiet in it's stead. The gentle wash, smooth caress The wind's voice strokes my ear It twines around my puckered skin And draws me ever near. Away, anon, good riddance precious Spirit of the green Be off to slumber, underground Until the coming spring.