• Shelly Powell

Autumn Poem by me

Updated: Mar 6

I have mixed feelings about autumn. In some ways, I love it. The weather is beautiful, and I love fall colors and foods, but knowing it's only going to get colder and darker make me love it less. Still, there is something to be said about autumn that helps me be mindful of what I have and enjoy it now.


Autumn breezes softly come

With scents of cider and cinnamon.

They swell and swirl

And build to a torrent

Of red, purple, and gold.

The crispness eases the summer heat,

And tells the ground—

Prepare for sleep.

One last harvest;

Apples, corn, and pumpkin reaped

Before the snow sets in.

One last romp

To run and feast.

So dance in the colors.

Autumn comes softly

But leaves us with ice.



Here is a pinnable image of the poem:


 

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