Poetry Friday - The West Wind

Fall is much on my mind these days, so I want to share a poem that has always made me feel autumn in my bones.

Ode to the West Wind
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I

O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill;

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!

Read the rest of the poem.

The round up this week is at Whimsy Books. Be sure to stop by and check out the results of this week's poetry stretch before heading out to read all the good stuff Emily's collected for us. Happy poetry Friday, all!