Whirling into Whispering Wind

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
November/December 2015

By Hannah Dastgheib

I fall into a golden, crisp carpet of leaves
watching as the wind whirls them
into a painting of bronze butterflies
their wings rustle
and I am by the sea again
remembering the summer
I love the aroma of sweet-scented cinnamon
sprinkled on warm pumpkin pie
crunchy apples and maple leaves
brushing the air with a wash of maple syrup
As Mom calls
the leaves crackle under my boots
and I whirl into the whispering wind

Whirling into Whispering Wind Hannah Dastgheib

Hannah Dastgheib, 11
Newport Coast, California

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