The whispering vines of Fall

 Beware the whispering vines of Fall,

Not the ides of March,

The vines, they whisper this fall,

Neither the swish of your swords,

Nor the beasts unleashed scare,

Oh, slimy king your circles fray,

Where the whispering vines sway,

Silent before prying eyes and deaf ears,

The vines whisper , their song  is your peril...

As the fall colors the sky orange,

The vines circle and tightly grasp, an iron grip,

They hold God's grip in their whispers,

We hear the vines whisper, lift our souls,

The whispering vines of fall sway,

This gentle breeze shifts to a storm,

Fall colors the sky orange again at dawn !

Poem by  Pc-3  (10/09/2025)