There is a chill creeping into the heat of the final days of summer, telling us autumn is coming and with it the colors of the wind. The vibrant hues of the season inspired my painting and the poetry.
The Colours of the Wind
by Hajni Yosifov
The wind is playing with Destiny,
in a rhythm of a melody.
Under the clouds, I’m a lonely tree;
I feel the autumn
and the wind just whispers:
“Just Let It Be”