Does exactly what it says on the tin. |
| Fall Poem Ah yes, my old friend Fall, I knew you once as Autumn, that ethereal time when leaves take on a fiery hue and dance like frantic shoppers in the wind. Our seasonal host, the harvest king, heaps the board with healthy fare, holds the warmth of summer sun in golden fruits with glowing cheeks, paints the light and faded skies in trails of cirrostratus lace. The world’s a bright and kindly place when our autumn guest returns and settles us in ease and rest. I know your game, my two-faced friend. Don’t think the morning frost was way beneath my notice. I see who hides behind your cheery mask and freezes all he touches. Old Man Winter cannot wait, impatience finds him mischief. He breaks your cover to silver lawns and steal the nights, his chilling calling cards. In my autumn years my aching bones and joints becoming frozen have taught me Fall’s no friend. He’s just ambassador, that’s all, for mighty Winter’s painful reign. Line Count: 32 Free Verse |