A Poem: In the Wake of the Autumn Wind

The autumn wind whispers secrets
that only trees can hear.

It slips through the branches
as leaves let go,
one
             last
                             goodbye.

It carries the scent of Earth and of wood.

The palm tree nods its head
and the oleander takes a bow.

It sweeps clear every moment of the year
in anticipation of the new one to come.