The birds crow a weeping melody,
trees clean of leaves.
The squirrels are silent in mourning,
no nuts to be found.
The clouds no longer weep every afternoon,
nourishing the flora on earth.
The wind is transformed from sluggish and lazy,
it now whips around in fury.
Fall has now disappeared,
his sister taking his place.
You make winter sound “brrr”. ⭐️
My favourite line is:
“The wind is transformed from sluggish and lazy,/it is now angry and whips around in fury.”
I think I’d omit “is now angry” and keep “It whips around angry”. The shorter, snappier syntax, lends itself to the idea of ‘quickness and the ‘whip of the wind’.
You’ve described its transformation very well. From “sluggish” to “whips around in fury”. The “fury” has “anger” covered.
So winter is female? ✨You’ve given me food for thought.🙌🏼
Well done Jocelyn! Nice read. 🤩👏🏼👏🏼