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The Wind Calls
by Chip Bergeron
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Windy over the weekend. High leaf peeping season in NH. The poem was like Topsy: it just grew....

The Wind Calls


The wind calls me: it rustles leaves

Dressed in their autumnal finery,

Varicolored, they dance, and ask me

To join with them in the swirling cascade-

Reds, golds, yellows, oranges: how I love

The season. I haven’t danced in a long time.


I know something the leaves don’t:

The whirling, swirling madness is

A dance of death. In order for there to be

A dance next year, this year’s dancers

Must fall to the ground exhausted,

And give themselves up to nourish

The generation:who will come in spring..


I used to dance: didn’t know better.

Thought I would live forever,

Listened to the wind and capered on

Oblivious to what my heart was telling me.

Perhaps it wasn’t my heart. I confuse

Heart and brain so often. Whatever it was

Talked to me of the leaves’ death,

And I so did not want to die.

I stopped dancing.


All things die in time,

Nothing lives forever, and to live

In fear of dying is to have died already,

And that’s worse. So I hear the wind

Calling me, beckoning me with its cool breath

And I see my partners, all dressed for the ball,

Twirling in the branches. They look so splendid.

I have decided to join them, fate be damned.

I want to dance, I intend to dance,

The wind invites: I will dance.


October 18, 2010

Chip Bergeron


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Reviewed by Emile Tubiana
Dear Chip, I like your poem as you have well described nature and its renewal. Love Emile
Reviewed by Joel Sattler
I ran your poem through the cut up engine to see what would happen:


to dance.

In whirling, my so long
They so me the long things season.
used how there dance:
And see to died the already,
And I wind death,
want want in my death.

them, to and me, it know die give I often.
in I fate I A dance be time,
Nothing fate generation:
who forever,
Listened want of the dance finery,
want give dance,
a die with me all they decided

I beckoning yearís have I intend
in look year, order damned.
I breath And the of wind die.
I leaves me:
did to splendid.

I my wind was it
They invites:
they I yearís to be A for I it stopped
join I so the cascade-
Reds, have fall long it In in partners,
and I oranges:
wind to wind

Calling yearís on Oblivious forever,
Listened the me To not the I to be
A lives and and wind Calling
my thatís dance splendid.

I used not invites:
be cascade-
Reds, breath And what know
fear wind things

things for I
I join I
And die
have to it
it so was Talked for in branches.

I come the decided
confuse Heart in cool
so telling
telling ground I to them
the of heart.


Thought in dance to madness live
In I confuse Heart what hear decided


Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
Dance on! The dance of life beckons. Patrick
Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Nothing lives forever, and to live
In fear of dying is to have died already,

Wise words, friend... ...I find the wind very inspiring as well. Thank you, Chip. Love and peace,


Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
Exactly. We must keep on dancing. We must have the inspiration of the waltz and the tango to carry us on through many more seasons. It's when we feel most alive, Chip. Polish up those dancing shoes. It would be the advice of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers...Be well.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
That's the whole idea, to live and enjoy while you are alive, just beautiful...

Be always safe,
Reviewed by John Flanagan
Get back to dancing, Chip!
Lovely reflections here, not just a reaction to change and its inevitability but an understanding of it.

Reviewed by D Johnson
and dance as long as you can...lovely poetry.

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