Season

Autumn winds

Don't know quite how 

They want

To blow, and actually 

They don't 

Blow as much as

Start and stop, trying

To ascertain the 

Velocity

Of the season oncoming,

But of course no one really

Knows in these strange
Times, and anyway 

Even if we listen to these

Winds, we can't figure out 

If they are hammer, howl, 

Pass-on-through or 

Float back into

The gentle of the snow

Soon to come,

The question is 

Just when 

And truth is now

That no one knows.