I went to Trader Joe's a couple of days ago and I saw that I didn't even have to look at the calendar to tell that it's October. There it was...pumpkin-bar mix, pumpkin corn meal, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin tea...all pumpkin all the time. It started me thinking about how much I do love the season; it's my favorite time of year and that inspired me to write a poem for my writing class. So here it is:
If I Were a Season
If I were a season it would have to be Fall
When leaves become scarlet and brown,
There’s a snap in the air, a lonely crow call,
And the sound of rain pattering down.
Kids back to school, vacations all done.
Pumpkin lattes, cookies, and pies.
And no more cheesy summer reruns.
Overhead, silvery, cloud-filled skies.
Squirrels madly dash in the old oak tree
Chasing acorns that plunk to the ground.
Firelight glows; honking geese form a vee.
Everything seems to slow down.
Yes, make me Autumn, not Summer or Spring
Nor Winter with its shadowy pall.
No, I like the Fall with the cozy it brings.
It gathers me up in its gingerbread shawl.
When leaves become scarlet and brown,
There’s a snap in the air, a lonely crow call,
And the sound of rain pattering down.
Kids back to school, vacations all done.
Pumpkin lattes, cookies, and pies.
And no more cheesy summer reruns.
Overhead, silvery, cloud-filled skies.
Squirrels madly dash in the old oak tree
Chasing acorns that plunk to the ground.
Firelight glows; honking geese form a vee.
Everything seems to slow down.
Yes, make me Autumn, not Summer or Spring
Nor Winter with its shadowy pall.
No, I like the Fall with the cozy it brings.
It gathers me up in its gingerbread shawl.
Awesome!@
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