A curtain gently combed
By the wind in the willow
Haloed in amber and blue
Red leaves are burning
Green needles earning
A cushion to Fall's angry rue
A blanket now covers
The wind in the willow
Decked in grey and blue
All creatures stirring
Winged friends yearning
The whisper of Spring's early cue.
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-in-the-willow/
