Fall is my favorite season for many reasons, one of which is that it always inspires me to write poetry. This is the result of several drafts over the past week or so…
Leaves drift like golden confetti,
Their skeletons rattling across concrete—
Celebrating the slow decline of summer, sun, and life.
Birds gather nervously, afraid to miss their
Pilgrimage towards that glowing star.
The sacrifice of burning leaves on alters to the sun
Stain the air with pungent, smoldering ashes.
Sunlight seeps through the brave remainder
Of yellowed leaves still clinging
To the memory of warmth.
Cornstalks crackle with icy ripeness.
The wind turns bitter, cold, and fierce,
A mocking reminder of things to come.
But let te snow and frost glory now
For we have the promise that
Green shall come again.