Desolation by wind

Winds sweeping

upwards

turning onto themselves

in curving,

vortex-like motion

parallel

to the sobbing earth

that seems

to plead for mercy

in whispers of dust

and howling whirlpools

of autumn-battered

burgundy-red

and golden leaves.

The kneeling trees

resist

the serfdom

of furious

flagellant wind

and all the while

the limpidly luminous

sky

beams its cloudless

reddish grace

upon the majestically

desolate

landscape

reminiscent

of an alien

world.