The dying sun and crisp air cast an orange glow upon the trees whose limbs turn bare, as they come apart with the fall breeze.   Stores are now filled with apple cider and cozy eats. Autumn is here and summer is chilled. Kids pick out their costumes for tricks and treats.   The fall ...

nature softly starts to slumberover the coldness that winter bringsvibrant are the leaves yet stilleven before the winter chillmoans of the trees creaking bonesbrittle as they start to becomeeven before the world spinsrenewing the cycle of life

slowly the chill fills the airelegantly swapping the heat for coldpetals fall and leaves change colortender memories of years pastevening seems to arrive soonermarking the holidays to comebeneath the endless cycleenergy reserves start to shapereturning the world to the quiet

A poem to celebrate the changing of the seasons!

The roar of the school busand excitement of Pep rallies, Friday night footballin the chilly night air  nips at naked necks and fingertipsas Autumn whispers Promises ofKaleidoscope leaves which Dance and fallA carpet of fall colors reds, yellows, and brownsCrunching under feet Autumn delightsWith hopes of Pumpkin patchesFall festivities And haunted housesCostumes and trick-or-treat Autumn ...

Autumn is approaching, which means Halloween is lurking Chilly nights call for glowing fireplaces, creating illumination for spooky stories Colorful leaves begin to fall, revealing innumerable bony branches Fall’s vibrant beauty bestows, yet undertones of mystery arise Darkness comes sooner, providing a shroud for the undead

fervent desire races through our heartsappealing for the heat to dissipatelonging for cooler weatherlifting one’s spirits autumn will soon invade the sensespumpkin spice aroma from every directionpermeating minds and heartsreadying us for fall weatheroctober chills on the horizonas families gather togethercherishing the remaining summer daysharvest is upon usenjoy the cooler weathersavor the moments

  A swirling shell   That holds inside Beauty and bounty Under the guise Of tart apples, sweet corn, Juicy grapes, and zesty squash Waiting for hungry visitors To arrive and nosh Leaves twirl downwards Around the banquet But people don’t come They tend to forget What true beauty and bounty Is needed for life ...

These beautiful corpses Decaying on the grass These once emerald symbols Of seasons now past, The fierce red The frightened yellow The accepting orange Each joins their fellow For their ultimate end Right here and now None can cling forever To the trees’ boughs, One by one Each of them flies Towards the ground Where ...

Fall is the season for change. Everyone knows that, and the metaphor is a tad overused. However, the leaves change, and the earth gets prepared to be covered in snow. School starts in late summer, early fall. You get the opportunity to start fresh and learn new things.  Fall for me since I graduated college ...