The wind plays Autumn's hymn Plaintive floating in the air above the treetops Through fields Of plump pumpkins And golden grains. Above the clouds There flows The staccato call of departing geese While down below the laden trees drum their fruit against the solid earth. Then at last the russet leaves join the swelling symphony humming their rustling tune while pirouetting down to memory. when all but the naked trees are gone and cold, dark silence reigns - the wind plays Autumn's hymn.
For this poetry prompt, Jane wants us to write a circular poem - one which ends the way it began.