This week’s words for the Secret Keeper’s prompt are:
WIND | SPEAK | FREE | START | FIGHT
Spring speaks with the voice of the wind,
Fighting with fading leaves,
Flurry of forests in free fall.
Gulls wheel and call in the bright air,
Their graceful gyre curving wide,
Snow-white, grey-shadowed ghosts.
River rushes, wind-whipped, tide-pulled,
Clad in faded, rusty-leaved elegance,
Carrying jetsam home to the sea.
The last of the lingering autumn,
Dead debris of hungry winter stirs, green,
Endings, beginnings, in the gull’s windswept curve.